Grandma's Sewing Basket

The littles ones and I spent last week in Oklahoma visiting family. One afternoon I caught sight of my mother sewing Elsa's tutu, using her mother's old sewing basket passed down to her after my Grandmother's death. It was a lovely moment, a shared specialness between four generations of women.

Spring Musings

Feeling grateful for the beautiful spring weather here in Oklahoma.

Having fun exploring parks that, while new to Arlo and Elsa, hold many memories for me. (Memories of playing as a child with my brother, parents, church youth group and, on really lucky occasions, my grandmothers.)

Loving this picture of Elsa, in her hand-me-down shoes and warm weather dress, discovering the joy of picking dandelions.

Treasuring the "bird's nest" that my son and his Nana made from rocks and leaves while I attended a yoga class the other night.

I do believe this is what Karen Maezen Miller refers to when she speaks of the inexplicable beauty of the ordinary.

xoxo