Friday, August 26, 2011

To my dad...

 May God hold you in the palm of His hand until we meet again...

On August 6th, Dad left us and went to rejoin my Mom.

 To say he will be missed is such an understatement.

 I don't think it has completely sunk in yet that he is gone.

I believe with all my heart that both Dad and Mom are together once again, happy and healthy...
I wish I had told you every single day that you were my hero. I hope that the many things I should have said, or didn't say, you can hear now with your heart as I whisper them to you in my nightly prayers.

You are my everything, Dad.

My sweet, kind, caring, gentle father.

I will always be your Little girl.

I would give anything to have you sitting here, once again, for supper. You are my inspiration to be a better person. I love you beyond words, Dad.
Until we meet again, I love you....

Donna Doo, Ducky, Your Little Girl

Thank you so much to everyone who said prayers and sent positive thoughts our way. It was so very appreciated. You are all in my thoughts and prayers today.

Friday, August 5, 2011

And then there was one...

I tend to crave symmetry when it comes to decorating.  The thing is, I love the look of items that are staggered, unbalanced, layered. But I always come back to my comfort zone, anchoring things on either end of a shelf, a mantel, or the top of a cabinet.

A few years ago when I came across this pair of lamps in a junktique shop, I was in heaven. Soft cottage blue with pink roses. I was in love. A pair. Two. Anchors. (Not to mention they were only $6 for the pair!)

For the past few years, those beautiful lamps have enjoyed a place of honor in our living room, framing the mirror on top of the pie safe.

And they survived a year with our wild and crazy Baby, who we adopted last August. But luck finally ran out for my sweet pair of vintage lamps. They are no longer a pair.

Hence the title, and then there was one. Just look at the gaping empty spot where that gorgeous lamp sat before crashing to the floor into hundreds of pieces.

Now to find a Baby-proof spot for the one remaining lamp.

The loud crash of the lamp did scare Baby. She ran into the family room and hid under the hassock. I'd like to say that this incident cured her of her wild antics, but I'm afraid she was up to her old tricks the very next day.

In my next post I'll share another treasured item that sadly didn't survive our crazy little Baby. I'm also linking to Cindy's My Romantic Home for Show & Tell Friday.

Changing the subject a bit, I don't normally ask for favors, but my Dad is going through a very tough time right now and I would be so grateful for any prayers or good thoughts you could offer up on his behalf. Thank you all so much.