39. It’s a number. And also my age. As of today. What’s that you say? It seems like you were just a young twenty-something gallivanting around the world. I know. Part of me is having a hard time with this number. That part is kicking and screaming, saying “No! This can’t be!” The other part is trying to embrace it. I don’t think 39 is that bad in and of itself. My son told me “39 is young, Mom”. Bless him. Maybe it’s the number that comes after it, looming above that is causing me the internal drama. Unnecessary as it may be.

It’s just that I’m not only a thinker but I’m an over-thinker. My snow-balling brain doesn’t just stay at 39. It jumps to 40, 50 and so on. I project years from now on worries that have low possibility and even lower probability. If the thought is out there, my mind will think it. It’s an issue. I’m human. I’m working on it.

Luckily, I’ve learned some things in these 39 years. I do my best to substitute prayer for worry. Because worry gets me nowhere. I know this in my heart but my head still seems to go to all kinds of crazy places. It has a valid passport to Worry and travels there often. If there were frequent flier miles, I’d have a gazillion. Prayer gives me a deep sense of peace. It’s just sometimes my mind is so overcome with worry, it can’t find the prayer brain cells anywhere. But the peace is so much better. So. Much. Better.

But back to today. It’s my birthday. I love birthdays. I love celebrating birth. If you’ve encountered a birth, you know just how amazing it is. How it pulls something out of your soul and gives your spirit wings. Out of body. Emotional. Transcending this world. It is magical and wonderful and joyful. Celebrating life is something we should do every day and our birthday is one of the best reminders of that.

So today I am celebrating a life well lived. I have travelled the world. I have a husband who can live with an over-thinking woman. (Bless him too!) I have given birth to two beautiful children. I have the love of God, my husband, my family and my friends. All of these are reason to celebrate.

Here’s to birthdays! (And turning 29 for the 11th time.)


Gratitude Journal

I discovered this adorable journal on a recent shopping excursion.

I was drawn to the cover design and the words “in everything, give thanks” inscribed on the top.

So, I thumbed through the pages for a more in-depth investigation.

I read this page and knew that this little book, bound with gorgeously illustrated paper, was intended to be mine.

There are random quotes throughout, but this quote in particular tugged on my heart. 

It was a sign, a nudge, a whisper…

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.” – Mary Jean Irion

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t so much a sign as it was a bunch of state troopers lined up with spike strips.  Maybe it wasn’t so much a nudge but a hard push from behind.  Not so much of a whisper but a “Hey girl! This is good. You need this tattooed on your forehead.”

So, I purchased it and plan to journal about what I am grateful for.  Because I am blessed.  Sometimes, I forget that.  All too easily I forget that.  So, I plan to remind myself over and over again. 

Because let’s face it, we could all use a reminder of the goodness in our lives.  I admit that sometimes I may inadvertently possess a ‘woe is me’ attitude.  I don’t mean to.  But it seems to be in our human nature to see what is wrong instead of what is right.  So, I intend to use this gratitude journal to focus on the good in my life and celebrate the extraordinary in the most simple moments.

In one of those simple yet extraordinary moments, my sweet boy recently shared his own words of prayer at bedtime. I immediately wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. (Because, per the above, I sometimes do forget.)

Easton’s Prayer:

“Thank you God and Jesus for building us. Thank you for giving us the skills to build things. I love you God and Jesus. Amen.”

*heart melts*

I thought it rather fitting to make this prayer the first entry in my gratitude journal.

Blissfully blessed –  

Citrus Salt Scrub

I have determined I am a lover of all things citrus.  I will most likely provide evidence in future posts but please see past posts for Glazed Lemon Pound Cake and Lemon Sunshine for proof.

So, when I stumbled upon this Citrus Salt Scrub, I was anxious to give it a try.  I assembled these for the important mom’s in my life for Mother’s Day this year.  This scrub would also make a great hostess gift or sweet (or more appropriately salty) addition birthday or shower gift.  (Think pampering.)

Of course, I made one for myself and love using it on my hands and especially my feet to smooth out the roughness.  (Yes, my feet have officially entered the stage where they require some special care.  Apparently, it happens to the best of us.)

What you will need:

    • 1 cup sea salt
    • 1/4 cup vegetable oil (or olive, almond or coconut oil)
    • 1/2 tsp lemon juice (or zest)
    • 1/2 tsp orange zest (not necessary)


    • First mix the oil and sea salt together. (Add a bit of oil at a time, you may not need all that is called for! I’ve made a few batches, each time it has taken different amounts.)
    • Add orange zest.
    • Drizzle the lemon juice over the salt and oil mix. (You do not want too much lemon juice, or else your mixture will become a watery consistency.)
    • Mix well. Store in an air tight container.

How to exfoliate: Clean body as normal in shower. Just before getting out, apply salt scrub in a firm circular motion all over body. Concentrating on those knees and elbows! (and in my case feet!) Rinse and pat dry with towel.

One batch as given above fills a half-pint jar perfectly.  You can adjust accordingly depending on the container you choose.  I used lemon and orange zest and a bit of lemon juice.  The beauty is that you can tweak to your preference.

Special thanks to KristanLynn and her blog for the inspiration.

Cheers to summertime and exfoliation!