Enjoyed some goofiness with my lil brother and Mom.
Open a difficult bottle…
Last Thursday morning, early, we embarked in our journey to see family. It Has been 2 1/2 years… Too long.
Our first sunrise before 10 am in quite a while.
On our way to make a surprise visit to Grammy and Papa, my seester and lots of folks along the way. We’ve been going nonstop since.
Finding joy in a tidy work shirt drawer. It’s the simple things you know.
Konmari style.
One too many UN joyful moments this past week. Like insurance deductibles and such.
But in the midst Lil Bit lost her second front tooth. She is getting so big.
Her joy over losing another tooth is obvious.
Yesterday I was busy and didn’t get my joy pix posted. So I’m here late! This little imp brings me so much joy. I call him my beauty for ashes.
He loves his big bear and wagon. He’s full bore all the time too.
Painted my hood this morning with beautiful feathery filigree. The photo doesn’t do it justice. Finding joy in the little things.
A hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning is a joyous thing. Especially in this cup, from a friend.
Got up early this morning to cook the turkey bird. Bird is in the oven and smells amazing already! Sitting here sipping my coffee and thinking on Thanksgivings past. Missing my loved ones.
I asked my kids the other day what was their favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner:
The olives and pickles tray was my Grandmother’s thing. Every Thanksgiving we had baby dills and sweet gherkins, and green & black olives. And I always got to eat as many as I wanted. 😛 Grandma made sure of that.
Family traditions are fun like that (sometimes).
So we’ll have some pickles and olives on the table. A pumpkin and pecan pie. A turkey with cornbread dressing, sweet potatoes and green bean casserole… maybe. And give some thanks for what we have, each other.
I started this dreadful journey some years back in 2011. I can’t believe that it has been 4 years now. A lot has changed in those 4 years!
I’ve learned a few things along the way:
Some of the things I’ve heard over the years:
I have had far more positive reactions to my dreadlocks than I have negative. The negative comes mostly in stares and upturned noses. Their loss. You don’t go on a dread journey to win a public opinion contest.
If I could do it all over again… I think that I would tell myself to doooo eeeeet much earlier than what I did. So instead of 4 years of locked living, I could be like a decade now. 🙂
So thanks to those of you who have helped me on my journey: Amanda who knotted me up, my sister, my mom and Thing 1 for countless hours of maintenance. And for all of you beautiful people out there with locks who inspired me. ❤
Dreads on the Kenai
Alaska on my mind... 