Coffee for Breakfast

(Sharing a page from my journal) Today is the anniversary of two very significant days for me. My dad's birthday. He would have been 65 today. Probably retiring from the telephone company. My life would have probably looked much different had he not been taken. He was only 33 years old. Now that I'm approaching 42 in less than a month, I see how very young he was. I want to take a moment today though to thank God for the ten years I had with him. God used this man who was my daddy to instill some seeds within me that have taken root and continue to grow. So, thank You Lord for my Daddy, Cole Hays Jr. I miss him still, but he loved me with a love that will never die. And, the other significant day... 18 years ago, I met the love of my life. We have had some rocky years, but they are enclosed like parenthesis with a love that I never knew my life would include! He is "The Man" that God gifted me with. I'm a blessed person to have known within my life, two men who lo...

I have been on a bit of a pillow making kick lately. This set was made for my mom for Christmas. I enjoyed the process of being creative. I started with the black and white toile and the green pom-pom trim. Other than that I had no other plan when I started. I'm entering the front pillow (with black gathered section) in The Bogger's Pillow Party sponsored here. Play along!

My favorite new item on the first day of the year is a book. A book full of blank pages. I have always journaled off and on throughout my life. It is only more recent that I have consistently journaled. I'm not consistent in a daily sense, but consistent nontheless. I have managed to keep a yearly journal for the last couple of years. These treasured books have some stories to tell, but I don't really share these most private thoughts on this blog. Someday, I possibly could, but for now I will keep these stories private. These stories are about the last couple of years of my life. The pages contain some of the absolute lowest points of my life. They also contain some of the most wonderful moments. I often wonder how I could live in such contrast. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it w...