Droppin' hints...

 I don't need much to make me happy for Valentine's Day. I love chocolates and have dropped enough hints this past week to have earned...oh, I'd say...at the very least...one very humongus box of chocolates!

I left hints everywhere...

On his truck

I left one at the haystack so that he would be sure to see it when he feeds the horses.

I left one for when he chops the wood for the day.

I left one for him to find when he goes on duty.

I left one for him to find when he gets a drink.

Takes a shower...

When he gets his socks...

And one that he is sure to find...on the remote in his TV room...

I just know he won't dissappoint me.

And just in case he did forget...I bought two! One for him and one for me!!! 

I thought I would share the sweet story of how I met this wonderful man. This knight in shining armor, this best friend I've ever had.

When I was fifteen, my family moved from Boise to this little small town that I call home now. My father had been raised here and my mother had been raised in an even teenier town a short distance away. So needless to say...there were a lot of relatives in town.

I was your typical fifteen year old girl and was always scouting out my new surroundings for BOYS. Everytime I would meet a boy in my new town, I would go home and tell my mother about him and more times than not, she would say, "oh honey, I'm so sorry but he's your cousin", (1st, 2nd, or 3rd) it didn't matter, he would be related. I was beginning to hate my existance in this new town, since one of the lastest boys I had met was a dreamy, ever so handsome boy that I had just been told was my 2nd cousin (again).
My older brother was dating a girl (not related, by the way) and they decided that they would take it upon themselves to help me meet the perfect boy, the man of my dreams. Her brother.

Without me knowing of their plans, they asked me if I would like to go with them for ice cream, and of course I did. We started driving a ways out of town (and in the opposite direction of any ice cream, that's for sure) and turned down a country lane that led to a large open alfalfa field. In the distance I could see a young man with a shovel changing water (irrigating the field (yeah, I didn't know either, I was a city girl)). When I asked my brother why we were out there, he gave me some lame excuse and then said that something was wrong with the car and everybody out. Well everyone got out, but then jumped back in the car and sped down the lane leaving me out there all alone standing in the field with only this guy in the distance.
Yep, that's right...the poor guy drives up
(he didn't know what was going on either) and askes if I needed help. By now I was catching on, and asked he if would give me a ride to town, because my brother was a loser.

 I have been riding in his car now for the past 39 years.

 He certainly turned out to be the man of my dreams.

Wishing you all a very chocolaty, flower filled, diamond studded Valentine's Day!!!

White Wednesday...Angels and cherubs for Valentines

my iron garden angel

I thought that since this is the week of Valentines,

that I would share a few of the angels and cherubs

around my home.

a tiny angel bust just hangin' out on a shelf

When Landon was diagnosed with Angelman

syndrome I looked at angels in a totally

different light than I had ever done before.

I knew that I would need the help of angels to raise

this sweet little one that had been sent to me

to care for.

Whenever I saw an angel, I always felt the need

to bring it home to live with me. Soon I was overwhelmed

with them and over the years have been

able to curb that habit a little. Sometimes however,

I see one that I cannot resist. These are just a

few of them that reside here in this house.

I love this one I found just recently

I am a big believer in the ministering of angels to those

of us who live on the Earth. I know in my life I have felt their

presence keenly at times.

I have had their protection and comfort come to

 me and have known that they are never far

away when needed.

just a little 5x7 plaster plaque for a fiver

And I have needed them a lot!

a favorite lamp in the living room

I know Landon has a whole host of angels that

watch over him. When he was a baby, even before

we had his diagnosis of Angelman, he would sit in

his bed at night and laugh and laugh (part of the syndrome

that we were yet to learn about is the presence of

 excessive laughter) and Dale

would say,"I do believe that angels must

come to that boy at night and play with him."

little cherub box that holds potpourri

I do believe his daddy was right!

I think he must have laughed himself out

in this picture.

the sweetest angel in my possession

For a list of bloggers sharing their whites this Wednesday visit Kathleen at Faded Charm.

Fresh from the market...

It was time to bring a little February into the house. 

So I went to the market and got me some.

I really love the color in this little bunch of spray

roses. So pink!

They cheered up the living room perfectly.

I love to paint on ceramic and a few years ago I did a little hand-painting on this pitcher.

A few years ago, when I found that I would be home to care for Landon everyday, I decided that I would need something to keep me busy and yet bring in a little money. I had my mother's kiln (she used to own a ceramic shop when I was younger) and I painted ceramics for several years and sold to shops in Boise.

It was a great way to bring in money and stay home with the children. I haven't painted in a very long time, but loved it when I did.

Soon, these little pretties will become...

these!

No matter how much I love the above beautifully dried blooms, I really do love this for February days in my home.
So fresh.

Don't you think it's time to bring a little February home

 for yourself?