The blog has been down for the past couple of days so I’m extra thankful to have it up and running again and be able to do a post. Somehow, I just feel a little discombobulated when Smithellaneous is not on the air.
Yesterday morning at 6:05 a.m. this is what our driveway looked like. All three cars. Gone.
I am a great appreciater of old things–whether it’s old towns, old buildings, old roads or old belongings.
There is something about the air I breathe when I walk into a 150-year old church that I just can’t smell anywhere else. There is something so sweet about stepping on an often-trod wooden floor and hearing the squeak that has accompanied a thousand footfalls throughout a dozen generations.
I’m taking it a little easy today. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it on here yet, but I was diagnosed with a C Diff infection a week ago, after just having gone through two weeks of antibiotics for my other infection.
Every day has pretty much been a struggle with feeling bad. In fact, I did stay home a couple of days but was back at work on Tuesday and happened to walk into one of the other offices before heading home for the day. The bookkeeper who was sitting in there took one look at my face and said, “I am driving you home. You don’t need to be driving and you need to go bed right now.”
As of yesterday morning, the Smith house has officially entered into a permanent teen-less state because
Sarah Elizabeth Smith turned twenty years old!
I know. I can’t believe it either.
This is the last batch of photos from our trip to Florida for Madison’s birth.
Leaving the hospital one day, I captured these pictures of Nathan, Noah and Mr. Bear. (If Mr. Bear has an official Noah-bestowed name, I don’t know what it is.)
Well, this young lady just left for her first day of her sophomore year in college. She is looking forward to this year!
It just hit me that our buddy, Snowy, died three years ago today. I re-read the post below which talks about the smiles and tears of his last day and I gave thanks for our little buddy all over again. He was our beloved rapscallion, all sass and bluster, where Summer is our genteel Southern lady, all snuggles and sweetness. (As you can tell by this napping picture.)