What is your ultimate idea of being pampered and taken care of?
Ok. I have been on a plane most of the day...on my second stop on my business trip tour this week....it is 1:30am, but I have to tell you something that really hit me today when the flight attendant was doing her little routine...
She says...in a nutshell...
"be sure to help yourself before you help others" Don't put the breathing mechanisms on everyone else while you suffocate, struggling for air...only to help the next person....just one more person....eventually, you're going to collapse....
and, then you won't be any good to anyone......
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FIRST! :)
I am yelling that in a nice way because I've collapsed before, and it takes a long time to be revived again...it's so much better to just put your breather on first....it takes a little bit more time...but then, you'll be able to help as many people as you want to, because you are whole and taken care of!
What does it mean to take care of yourself? Well......it means to respect your limitations, to honor your soul, to take a break when you're tired...to stop and smell the flowers, to stop and plant the flowers....to remember your dreams, even if they're on a shelf for now...at least to take them off of that shelf once in a while, dust them off and tell them you'll be back when the time is right....
I hate limitations...I have to tell you that. I absolutely can't stand the fact that there are only so many hours in a day and so much energy in a body....it drives me crazy. I have had to learn to be disciplined enough to ration all of my big dreams and ideas and zest for life into only 24 hours each day....well, actually 16-18 hours. I spent a few years trying to manufacture more energy so I could have more hours...I drank energy drinks nonstop and exercised obsessively.....I didn't know what else to do...everyone everywhere needed so much from me....and I wanted SO much to give all that was required and expected...so I put myself into 'energy debt'
You really can put your body into serious debt if you take more out of it than it has...there are lots of ways to do it...but, the bill always comes due, usually with interest.
In January my doctor told me I had to slow down or very bad things were going to happen to my body.
She told me that I needed to rest, to sleep for a week or so, to get back in touch with how my body tells me what it's limitations are. And, although she'd told me this 6 months earlier, I didn't believe her...I thought I was different...that I could just run and run and run, and swallow manufactured strength and energy when I needed it...But then, the day came that I just couldn't do it anymore, I really couldn't even get out of bed.
So, I went to a place that my friend Patti told me about...I just left...I told everyone that I had to go away and I left for almost a week.
I just tracked down my journal entry from that time...
What I learned at Red Mountain:
I learned that keeping it together is a constant process, just like everything else in life that is worthwhile. That you are never ‘there’…that you have to take care of yourself every day.
I learned that I still have a lot of wounds that need healing
I learned that I like myself, a lot. But that there’s still a voice inside of me who wants to pull all of the other voices down…a scared voice, one that I used to think was really mean and horrible and vindictive…now I know that it’s just a very scared voice, not a voice that hates me, but a voice that is trying to protect me from moving forward, because she is so afraid of what that will mean.
I learned that I have a lot of fears still, but that I have also overcome a lot of fear.
I learned that resting and thinking and being feels really really good, and that I really enjoy my own company.
I learned that my mind is still brilliant and full of life and ideas, even though I had feared that I burned it out.
I learned that I have been severely missing and mourning the absence of my intuition. I know that there was a void there, a very painful void, but I didn’t know what it was. I learned that I have been drowning my intuition in caffeine, too many appointments, too much work and excessive exercise and obsession over my body.
I learned how much better I feel without caffeine.
I remembered how much I love healthy, fresh food
I remembered what it felt like to sleep all night
I remembered and learned about how deep my love runs for my husband and for my children. I learned that I am afraid of that love.
I learned about yoga, and I learned that I love it and want to make it a part of my everyday life.
I learned and remembered how beautiful a person can look, more beautiful than any other time, when their inner light glows through their skin.
I learned that music can be a powerful healing, cathartic, moving vehicle for change, creativity and self-awareness
I learned that there are wonderful people from everywhere.
I hope you will take care of yourself. I have to do a better job of it too...I forget....or I think I am 'there' and I let it slip. It is a constant process and it is so important.
Make a date with yourself right now to take a bubble bath, go for a walk or write in your journal. Little exursions, even if only 10 minutes, will give you the oxygen you need to help everyone else.
Speaking of taking care of ourselves...it is now 2am and I really gotta go to bed!
Love to you all from Texas!
Make it a Meaningful Day!
I just arrrived in my hotel room and it is nearly 2am......here's a little thing I wrote for my kids and employees earlier this year....I hope it helps someone, somewhere! Happy Wednesday!
I have to admit that there are parts of me that wish I could wipe the years of 2004 and 2005 out of my memory. I am profoundly thankful that I had no idea what was coming. Given the chance, I probably would have traded my prized collection of fashion boots, or a parcel of my land, or one of my fingers, just to be able to just sleep away those 24 months. I would have simply proclaimed to everyone around me, while frantically swallowing the biggest sleeping pill I could find, “you can wake me when it’s over!”
But, good old Life doesn’t happen that way. And when I really think about it with every functioning cell in my brain…I wouldn’t trade those few years for anything. That particular trip to hell made me into the person that I am today and permanently engraved lessons into my heart (next to my past intricate engravings, of course.) Did I mention that much of the heart-carving of my life's lessons has been done with a very big knife and no anesthesiologist? Painful. I’m pretty sure that you know, from experience, exactly what I’m talking about.
I honestly used to think that if things were hard, it was because I was doing things wrong. I used to think that if I had ‘failures’, it was because I was a failure. I have found that my feelings are not unique. The more people I talk to, the more I realize that somewhere along the way, many of us were not taught to expect difficulty in life. When difficulty came along, it stopped us in our tracks, knocked the wind out of us and sent us spinning in a dizzy swirl of self-doubt and confusion. There are people all around us, and you know who I’m talking about, who couldn’t or wouldn’t get back up when difficulty knocked them down and bloodied up their knees. Those poor souls literally stopped their life’s progress right where they were knocked down, you can still see them right there…they haven’t moved an inch.
If you are on a road of progress, you have bumps in that road, period. I have yet to meet a human being, especially a ‘lucky’ or ‘successful’ or ‘wonderful’ human being, who has not been through a pretty colossal amount of difficulty to get where they are. Something really hard and painful happened, and they got back up and started again…sometimes started completely over. And, then…things were going along pretty smoothly and they got knocked down again…and guess what? They got back up again! And, you know what sets apart those people from the people who never seem to get where they really want to go? It’s that they plan for difficulty, they expect it or at least, when it comes unexpectedly, they roll through it like it’s just another day. It really is…it’s just another day. Getting up is rarely easy…getting through difficulty is never easy, but to get to the next place on your path, it’s highly likely that you’re going to have to DO THE HARD THINGS. Don’t worry, though! Look around you right now… you wouldn’t be holding the book you have in your hand, you wouldn’t be sitting in the room you’re enjoying now, you wouldn’t have the lightbulb that you just switched on if human beings didn’t continue to struggle through difficulty. Buck up, partner, you’ll get through it.
One more time…why expect difficulty?
You can’t get anywhere of significance without passing through some trials. Difficulty is not negotiable, it simply happens when you are progressing. Got it? Struggle is not just for you, it’s for everyone…
Why is this good news?
You can plan for it, I can plan for it, we can all plan for it. Heck, we can have a little get-together difficulty pot-luck, let’s plan it right now! Yipee! If we plan for it now, we can make it so much fun! I’ll bring the IRS problem casserole! How about you, want to bring your newly diagnosed syndrome with a little depression on the side? I brought that last time…
Make it a Meaningful Day...even if it's a tough one...roll through it and find the gifts in the difficulty...they are there, I promise!
Ok…I am all packed for my trip and just have a few minutes before I go….
First thing that I want to tell you is that I am not afraid of butterflies or of cocoons….so, give this post a chance and read on….it’s a metaphor that I have realized is perfect for the state of fear that I am in right now…and as I’ve talked to so many others….it’s a very common and debilitating fear…..I am quite sure that there are parts of you that have it in a very deep and compelling way…if you are willing to admit it….or maybe you have moved past it and you can help all of us who are in our different stages….
I have a fear of the magnificence that is implanted in all of us.
Let me explain….
Let’s say I used to be a caterpillar….because, really, I did. But, I was very comfortable as a caterpillar…though most of the time I looked around at the confidence, grace and radiant beauty of the butterflies flying around me…and I thought for most of my life…”I wish I had been born a butterfly instead of a caterpillar.”
I was a chubby teenager….I had bad hair and bushy eyebrows….I was fun and funny and a good friend…but I had absolutely no confidence….I went through a phase in my Senior year when life was great and it showed everywhere…and that’s when I met my husband…we got married right after I graduated and somehow, in some magical way…he always saw me as a butterfly…and told me so….and I even believed him…I believed that someday I could really be like that….and it lasted for a few years…then I had a few babies and I felt like I was right back under the dirt, destined to always be a caterpillar.
I want you to think about where you are in this picture:
I wish I knew more about science and the way that things work. What I know is that at some time, when a caterpillar is least expecting it…but with a complete instinct for how it supposed to be done….each caterpillar climbs in a ball and lets God do His work. The caterpillar basically turns to mush….surrounded by a protective outer shell that God put there….and then……the mush turns to particles of magnificence…
And then the caterpillar pretty much disintegrates, and transforms into it’s true form….and I am pretty sure that the caterpillar has no idea that she has beautiful wings, programmed with grace and beauty…ready to soar….because, she has just always been a caterpillar….
And then it’s time!
And the cocoon cracks….and the brand new magnificent creature who used to be a caterpillar, but surrendered every single thing to her destiny….she can see the light coming through the crack….shining on her…and for the first time….she sees her wings.
And she is terrified! “I know how to be a caterpillar!” she cries….”I do not KNOW how to be a butterfly!”
She thinks through the situation and decides that it is safe and happy inside of the cocoon…so she will just stay there…..
Then the crack gets bigger….completely out of her control…and then anyone who knew her as a caterpillar, or anyone who has flown around her cocoon…or anyone who is standing on the sidelines…can see pieces of her wings through the widening cracks.
And the beautiful butterflies flying all around her are saying “it’s ok! It’s time to come out of there….this is WHO YOU REALLY ARE!…you will see!” they prod her more with kind voices “you had to let go of who you were to become who you are now…” and they smile knowing smiles…”I know you are afraid…but, the cracks are widening, whether you like it or not!”
And, the young caterpillars on the ground are saying “please come out! We want to see your wings! We want to see what we will be able to become someday!”
And the creatures everywhere are saying “please come out….we need your magnificence to make the world more magnificent!”
But still the new little butterfly is afraid……….and the cracks widen more every day….and this is exactly what she asked for…..but it is the scariest thing she could ever imagine.
“What if I don’t know how to fly?” “What if my wings are not the right colors?” “What if I was much better as a caterpillar than I will be as a butterfly?”
And then a voice from her maker….
“You will be just fine…you are just right……..you are magnificent….”
But…it will be your choice whether you soar with your wings….
Soooo…..friends, what will we do?
My life is in a place right now where all of my dreams from the time I was a girl are coming true….where I’ve spent the last few years as a pile of soupy mush…and learned to be happy in my cocoon.
The light is shining in on me….I just saw a glimpse of my wings...and I am terrified.
Can anyone relate?
I know you can, because I know so many of you….and I AM BEGGING YOU TO COME OUT AND SHOW US YOUR WINGS!!!
I need you to do this to give me courage to do it myself.
Have wonderful Tuesday…..I gotta go catch a plane….I’ll write from the East Coast tonight!
Make it a Meaningful Magnificent DaY!
Let this one be fun......
I have this whole big thing planned for 'what are you afraid of' day tomorrow....but, I just want to ask....and I REALLY REALLY REALLY want you all to answer, just leave a short little post answer....
WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF???
Please please please post! I know there are over 1000 lurkers now.........I want to know who you are! please post your fun fears and where you are from.
Can't wait to read what you have to say! (I'll start...I am going to post an answer below to my own question!)
I guess before we can start talking goals and ‘success’, we all have to define for ourselves , in a very personal way, WHAT success is…and embrace the fact that it is different for everyone. In my opinion, it all starts with your intention…WHY do you want what you are working towards?
I am working hard at finding my ‘WHY’s’
You can put a bunch of people in a room who all want to go to college, and every single one of them will have a different reason why. The success of each individual will depend on their reasons for being there, and how committed each of them are to those reasons.
You could to the gym, where every single person is busy exercising, and ask them all WHY they are exercising, and they would all have different reasons…even if just a little bit different…again, the people with the most compelling WHY are the ones who will still be there tomorrow and still next month.
Finding WHAT you want to do with your life is so important. Figuring out WHAT you really want takes time…it’s scary and frustrating and sometimes feels like a lost cause. Some people NEVER take the time to ask themselves what they really want, what sings to them…what they would best serve the world doing. Too many people let others define what they SHOULD do…and then go through life without ever asking themselves why they are doing what they are doing. At some point…they end up resenting every moment of their past…because it was all defined for them by someone else’s ‘why’….
So…if you’re trying to figure out HOW to do WHAT you really want to do, or even just WHAT you really want to do….
What if you start with the WHY?
Do me a favor…grab a paper and a pen and then come back….
Ok, you’re back? Ready to write down a few things?
I want you to think of something that you are struggling with right now…for me, it will be my 15 year old son who seems to have been abducted by aliens…we are clashing and bashing heads constantly…
So…think of that thing…and think…WHY do I want this to work?
Why do I want to get along with my son?
(yours could be why do I want to get into shape, why do I want to make-up with my mom, why do I want to stay married, etc.)
So…Why do I want to REALLY get along with my son?
-because I remember every single happy second of getting baby teeth and losing them, and all the toothless grins, and getting adult teeth and how he left a note for the tooth fairy and asked if he could please still have a quarter even though he misplaced his tooth…and that he’d get it to her as soon as he found it
-because I want him to be happy…I really really do
-because when I read him “I’ll love you forever” when he was a baby, on the part where it talks about that baby being a big teenager, I actually told myself that I could NEVER feel annoyed by my teenager (HA!) …and the book doesn’t stop when the baby becomes a teenager…the baby becomes a man, and ends up taking care of his mommy…what a beautiful book….
-because I know we’ll get through this and someday he’ll even thank me for being a strict mom and caring where he is every second of the day
-because he’s going to give me beautiful grandchildren someday and I want them to visit me constantly
When things get hard and I am frustrated and tired of explaining for the 347th time that "I don’t care if your friends don’t have a curfew!"…I can just pull out this list and my WHAT turned into my WHY…and we can handle just about any HOW or WHAT in life, when we remember the WHY…right?
What’s YOUR big WHY today?
P.S. I beat him when we arm-wrestled…but this was a year ago and I’m pretty sure he’d whoop me now…we’ll see…I’ll let you know…
I got this quote today and even though I am a total quote person....this is one of the very best quotes I have ever read, or heard......
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."
These are really the words I live by.
Although I posted this blog less than 3 days ago, I have already gotten so many incredible emails from people all over the place....usually telling me how they are making a new ending to their lives....then how they are beginning again. It is beautiful.
There is SO much power in our stories....that's why I started this blog.....to compel others to share their pieces of wisdom and experience with others. Hope you'll jump on and do that....or at least read little blibs of stories from others......
I have been so inspired by you all this weekend!
Can't wait to read what you have to say next!
Make It a Meaningful Day,
I want to tell you about my friend, Judy Ferguson, from New Jersey....and how meeting her, knowing her and having her in my life has taught me about the nature of blessings. This is a picture of us in Central Park in NYC a few weeks ago, then a photo of she and Bev...who I'm going to tell you about.
Last year, my life was completely upside down and in a blender...every single day was a terribly frightening challenge and my heart was in pieces all over the place. I never thought that I would feel right or happy again.
Most of this had to do with my husband's brain injury, and all of life's cruelties that were attached to it. It had been nearly a year since his accident, and every time I turned around, another part of my life was falling apart....everything felt so completely out of my control. You have to understand the kind of husband that he is...I had never even pumped gas before his accident...he completely took care of me in every way. THe bad part of all of this was that I had no idea how to live without him.
I have a strong faith in God, but I felt absolutely forsaken by Him. I used to get on my knees in tears, at least once a day, usually in my closet, and tell Him that taking my husband from me was the meanest thing He could ever do to me...and I meant it.
Then I learned the nature of blessings.....how we have to take them as they come, and understand that the gift of understanding them is sometimes a long time coming. That when we ask to be blessed, we usually have the 'best way' in mind....we usually think that we know what is best for us and so we ask for it. When the blessings come in a different package...sometimes we see them, sometimes we don't.
One of the horrid things that happened last year was that we had an enormous promotion at my company, Chatterbox, with some awesome new products....they were these amazing trunks that you could use as luggage or for scrapbooking, whatever. We sold a kajillion of them but we also promised a certain ship date....the manufacturer that we were working with ended up being not-so-forthcoming....and the whole thing was a months-late embarrassing disaster. I have always made integrity the #1 value when doing business.
Well, Judy Ferguson was one of our customers. (www.bestkeptmemories.com) and she emailed me one day to ask me about our pink trunks, that she wanted to use them for Breast Cancer Awareness Day, for a fundraiser....as a cancer survivor, she has taken her tragedy and repurposed it into a blessing to others. She was one of my customers who helped comfort me during the trunk episode....and helped me put it in perspective....and even forgave us when they didn't come in when they were supposed to....even though her customers were waiting and waiting.
We started emailing back and forth and before I knew it...I had found a kindred spirit and friend.
Well, I am not sure exactly how it happened....or when......or even the events that lead to it.....but I ended up telling her of the heartbreak that filled my days....of the hopelessness I felt when it came to helping my husband...of the way that none of the doctors were helping and that no one understood anything about brain injury...that they were treating it symptom by symptom, but not really helping....his depression had turned suicidal....his moods were the shape of the sawtooth mountains, his personality had been replaced completely by a really different person. He had spent most of the last 9 months in bed, in an enormous amount of comfortless pain....physical and emotional.....and he was losing hope as much as I was.
Then Judy said....
"you need to meet Bev, she rehabilitates people with brain injury."
What? What? WHAT????? Let me call her.........
20 minutes later I was on the phone with Bev, also from New Jersey.....an angel on earth, just like Judy....and she told me frame by frame, before I could even tell her, exactly what was happening in my life.....I can not TELL YOU how much this meant to me....to just know that someone KNEW the hell and torment that we were dealing with. We stayed on the phone for over an hour.....she listened to my sobs and even made out a few of my words in between them.....then she got on the computer and on the phone and found a rehabilitation hospital.....only 20 minutes away....that none of our doctors had even mentioned. Then she said to me...."you can do this." and, for the first time months, I finally believed that I could.
We started going to rehab just about a year ago.... Between everything else that was going on with the company, my compassionate employees took things over as I drove him and stayed with him for his 2-4 hours of therapy every day. It was grueling and exhausting....but, at least we were making progress and were with people who knew how to help.
After that incredible night on the phone with Judy and Bev....we kept in close contact.....they changed my life....really, they saved our life, and our marriage....in so many ways. It was incredible that after that night on the phone, we realized that I had a trip to NY planned in less than a month...so we all planned to meet together in NYC.
Another bout of sobbing....they met me at my hotel and we ate in the restaurant....exchanged gifts and hugs and stories....and they just listened with such compassionate eyes and I felt like I'd known them forever and they'd loved me for even longer. It was a miracle for me that healed so many parts of my heart.
For the last year, we stay in very close contact. They are like Aunts to me....they love me and I love them, and they provided things for me that only they could...I hope that I do a little bit of the same for them.
Sooooo.....just a few weeks ago, one year later......we met in NYC again. It was a completely different kind of day. We spent the day together.....ate together, walked through central park....saw Jennifer Aniston....
And, they told me how different I was. I was not scared. I was full of confidence. I was wise. I radiated.
So........there's a big story about blessings here.
1. WHO KNEW that I'd have to wait 9 months before someone from ACROSS THE COUNTRY would be put in my life to tell me about JUST the place we needed, which was minutes away from my house?
2. WHO KNEW that I'd have to lose my husband for a while to find myself?
3. WHO KNEW that I could ask and ask and ask for confidence, lack of fear, wisdom and intuition, and that it would take a horrible tragedy in my life to give it to me?
4. WHO KNEW that 2 women who are not my age, not from my neck of the woods, not anything that would have brought us together otherwise....would end up blessing my life in such a profound way?
God did....and that's how blessings work.
What is one of your unexpected blessings?
Make it a Meaningful Sunday.....and tell someone how much they've blessed your life. I'm going to go email Judy and Bev Right now.
Hugs to all of you!
I really thought a lot about juggling today.
I'd love to know what a typical day is like for you.
Saturdays are different for me than weekdays, because I absolutely will not work....but, it sure isn't much more calm than the workweek! A lot more fun, though.
This is a typical juggling Saturday....
.....this morning I got up and went to the gym....and today is our town festival. It is called Eagle Fun Days. (I live in Eagle, Idaho) It is the most incredibly fun small town shindig that you will find West of the Mississippi (for all I know) It is a full-on country-fest...and I guess that's why I am sort of talking like a hick right now.
Anyway....so, I went to the gym, where I battled traffic, which is rarely present in our little town. I saw at least 20 cars on my way there! I called the kids and told them to be ready to go to the parade when I get home....I got out of the gym 2.5 hours before the parade and people were already setting up chairs on the street.
I panicked...because we always have our special corner where we sit every year with our pals...right in front of the doctor's office (yes, there is only one doctor's office).
So, I trucked it home in my truck, called my 15 year old son and told him to get the chairs ready...we are going even earlier than we thought.
Well, for some reason, the tailgate is off of the truck...my husband was not around this morning to ask about it....We threw the chairs in there and headed back to town...it's a little more than 2 miles. We live out in the country a bit.
When we got to our special spot, it had already been taken almost completely. I ran out of the truck, to the back, to get our 6 chairs and saw that there were only 4. DANG IT! Some of the chairs fell out!
So, I left the kids there to guard our spot and headed back home, through the traffic.......probably 30 cars this time. Small town traffic is very annoying, we simply are not equipped for it. Well, I found my chairs about a half mile before I got to my house, in the road.....I pulled over and they were all beat up. I hurried and turned around to get back to our spot, and when I got about a mile from town, the roads were blocked....for the parade. So, I had to park the truck outside of the barracades and walk the mile. Guess I could live without the other 2 chairs.....they stayed in the truck.
So, I got there, and all was well, because it was still a few hours before it started.
Our parade is 1/2 regular old small town parade (you know, rodeo queens, shriners, etc.), and 1/2 water-fight parade. They carry a big banner that tells you the wet zone is coming....the entire audience, throughout the entire town, brings water guns...and the floats all have huge containers of water and enormous water weapons....it is the craziest thing you have ever seen. The fire departments from all of the surrounding towns bring their trucks, and they all participate in the parade, riding down the street drenching the entire audience with their huge fire hoses.
Anyway. I always hide during that part. I hate getting my face splashed...
So, I hid...then the parade got over and I realized that our truck was at least a mile away....so, I asked some friends for a ride, and left the kids there again to guard our remaining chairs.
We did all of that, then headed over to have some fantastic booth food...you know, the kind that comes out during summer festivals? Corndogs, gyros, sausage-on-a-stick, etc. We waited in line for a long time....then my kids only ate a few bites because they wanted to head to the next fun thing.....our rec center opened up the pools and had huge inflatable water things on the lawn that you can jump on, slide down, etc. So, we did that.......right after my daughter just HAD to have her face painted...so the paint was just running down her face.......
Stopped at Chatterbox for a bathroom break....declined the porta-potties that are all over Eagle right now for the festival-goers.
Then, Marq called and said they were going to the lake...so, I hurried and got everyone in the car so our second daughter could go.....it took us FOREVER to get home.....through the traffic again...50 cars by now.
My little boys had a birthday party, my oldest daughter had an end of the year party, and my oldest son just wanted to go to a party with his friends....so I got everyone dried and dressed and drove them all over the place and dropped them off. I drove through Eagle again to see if things were still crazy. Things were winding down.....I parked and just walked around the booths by myself. It was wierd to be alone. I only lasted 10 minutes or so and came home for the 1 hour that I have before I have to go and pick everyone up again.
I think my husband will be home from the lake by the time we get back. Hopefully, we can go on a little date...we MUST fit that in somewhere....things just aren't right when we don't. I am really really tired right now, and wish I could climb in bed...but, next week I am traveling for 3 1/2 days. I have to get some really great family and husband time in.
Right now I am going to go and take a shower because Sunday mornings are IN SANE trying to get 7 people showered and ready to be at church by 9am.
WHat's YOUR typical Saturday?
I put this blog up yesterday afternoon and we've already had over 1000 hits! I haven't even told anyone about it yet....word spreads fast when we're having fun!!
I love parties, and I love it when we get to engage in conversations that leave us all feeling better about ourselves, or at least with a few ideas to make tomorrow a better day.
Let's build a community, a little room of sofas where we can all be completely comfortable, comforted and accepted just as we are......
Would you please tell your friends and invite them to come on over...everyone's invited and the more, the merrier!!
Can't wait to hear what you have to say next!
Make it a Meaningful Day!