Powdered Milk

Everyone hoards something, it seems to be human nature. You have that one, two (or many) items you can't quite rid yourself of. The item may be "just in case", "maybe I'll use it", "maybe it will fit", or a various version. This week has been cleansing in a sense for me. 7 years ago, we moved into the country and spent most of that summer paining, repairing and preparing. This week was the first time since then to paint. The back entry, bathroom, Julia's room and Layton's room all got a new coat of paint. The entry stayed almost the same color, the bathroom became stormy blue gray, the kids rooms though tugged at me emotionally. When we moved I painted the north bedroom a soft buttery yellow, a gender neutral nursery room. I even told my mother in law the intentions, she was so excited! The south room as a celery green, neutral to add color accents to....as the kids have grown up, their interests have increased, and we personalized their rooms to them. Julia chose PINK and Layton NEW HOLLAND BLUE. My babies are growing up, their rooms, personalities, vocabularies, and love show that.

Lincoln turned four months old! He is a happy, joyful baby for me. A true delight and love.

Mom has been gone for three months now, there have been so many, many things to share with her..Mom, I know you hear me talking to you, love you and miss you every.single.day. Dad is trying so hard to keep up with the mowing, farming, grandma, puppies, birthdays, household stuff...he really misses you too.

Powdered Milk, my mother hoarded it. Evan and Bryon (her son in laws) moved it three times during the remodeling project, but she would never let them throw it out...it has become a running joke. Next time the freezer gets low enough we can find it, it will be a ceremony to sprinkle it like ashes!  Last night I threw my "powdered milk" out...frosting from Layton's birthday cake. For some reason, each year after decorating the birthday cake I have an extreme difficulty throwing out the leftover frosting. Each year I swear it will get used on another cake, in cookies, several different projects, but it never does!! It has become my powdered milk.  Yes I shed a tear thinking of mom and laughed at how silly hoarding frosting is.

May you look at your powdered milk, love it, cherish it, laugh at it, understand it, hold on to it, or let go of it..it will always be a memory forever etched in our brains.