My Little Week

This past week has been rhythmic in a very new way. Each day looked the same, but yet very different.

After I read through the stack of school books piled higher than I would wish, take a few tests, speak in Gaelic, eat some way leftover hors doeuvres, and write some letters, I walk up the stairs with a very happy feeling of momentary bliss. After the chores of the day- so to speak- are checked off the list, it is time to get done the things that are fun, but necessary.   I spend the remainder of my day in the craft room, listening to books and watching old Dick Van Dyke shows while making many a gift for this holiday season. It isn't really easy to express the little happies that make your day worth it, but you all know the little thrills I am talking about. The smell of the Christmas tree, drinking hot coco and reading a book, singing and dancing. Life is worth it!

This was my little week.

My Sweet Sixteen Party

Friday, November 30th, was a very lovely night.

Daddy prepared a scavenger hunt which, I must admit, was slightly more challenging that very dark, dark night before the moon rose. However, running around with flashlights and friends in a frenzy of competitiveness really is a blast! When we had finished the hunt we were absolutely starving. We ate lots and lots of chips and dip and went back for seconds on the hors d'oeuvres...maybe thirds and fourths. We drank out of Ball jars with our names written nicely on the label, warmed ourselves by the fire, gazed at the stars, listened to Michael Buble, and even pulled out the line dances when the party began to wind down.

I forgot to make a wish over my candles.  But that didn't really matter. 

Photo credits: Kay Heritage

Thank you all for making my birthday so special!