June 28, 2011


Have you ever have a day that just sticks out in your memory like no other?  Usually, it is a special occasion or a day of great sadness or tragedy.  Maybe a special visitor or outing with the family?  But once in a while, there is a day that seems so ordinary, it somehow becomes extraordinary.

Do you ever reach a certain date and think, "Where was I and what was I doing a year ago?"  Maybe you can not remember at all. Or maybe, you remember in such vivid detail, you can still smell the flowers in bloom and taste the sweetness of the tea.
May 7, 2010 was such a day for me.  I can remember in minute detail every moment of that day.  It was one of those perfect spring days where the air is neither too warm or too cold.  The sun was shining.  The grass has just turned green.  The Iris's were all in full bloom.
I love Iris's.  For one thing, even though we have tulips, daffodils and crocus that bloom earlier in the season, it is the irises that are blooming in all their glory when the weather first turns nice enough to venture out doors, put on our gardening gloves and enjoy the earth the Lord has given to us.
This particular day, was the end of a long week away from my hubby, while he was on business in Texas.  I eagerly looked forward to his return with the joy and anticipation of our youthful days together.  I sang as I went about the weekly business of changing linens and considered what I would fix for our midnight dinner together.
Our friends had left their children with us for the day and I can still hear the giggles of their four and all my youngers coming in the windows as they were swinging on the play ground and digging in the sand box.

It was the beginning of Mother's Day weekend and I recall hunting for the perfect pink ribbon for my step mother's gift.

The girls and I spent the afternoon at the kitchen table addressing envelopes for Kaitlin's upcoming high school graduation.
Everything seemed fresh and new and just about to happen.  What a perfectly extraordinary, ordinary day.

"This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.  It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.  They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.  The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.  The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him."  Lamentations 3:21-25


  1. That is just beautiful. Your pictures are gorgeous. And yes, I have thought about what I was doing a year ago - where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. But my memory is not always good, which is one reason why I take so many pictures!

  2. ...and this was an extraordinary post. Pictures and thoughts.

  3. That was indeed a very special day. It will never be forgotten for so many reasons, but you know the main one.

    Also, it happened to be the day that I finally finished reading Glorious Appearing...the last book in the Left Behind series and a very hard one to get through. Random bit of trivia there. :P

    Love you!!!