Change

I love change, most of the time. I am excited that we are getting new floors. The living room and two bedrooms should be hardwood by this time next week. Today I picked up 40 boxes of 4" oak flooring. I can hardly wait. I am wishing some moving fairy would come and help move out all the furniture.

There is one upside to this, we are staying in a hotel while it is being installed. Makes things so much easier. No having to impose of someone else, or having to function around "stuff" while everyone goes to work or school.

I am also sad about change, with my baby a senior and knowing her life will soon change forever. I know she is looking at four more years of school, but college just isn't the same. She has grown into a very special young woman, of whom I am very proud.

She was overjoyed today with scholarship notices arriving in the mail today. As of today, she will be able to attend college for free, at least her freshman year. She will also be getting money back each semester. She still has scholarships she has not heard from yet.

Change always has positives and negatives. We must learn to accept them all. Change is how we grow and we must always continue to grow, or else we begin to wither.

I wish you all growth. May we all be inspired by the new growth we see as spring is around us.

Fried Peach Pies

Oh doesn't that just bring back memories. I made a batch of those wonderful little things this past weekend. My wonderful husband ate every one of them. He ate four when he came in the door from work on Saturday.

It is funny how some things we are always baking, like brownies and cupcakes. But we meringue pies, real banana pudding and fried pies. I can remember my mother frying up a whole stack of apple pies when I was younger. We would put a confectionery sugar and milk frosting on ours. My husband's family like apple and peach. Peach being his favorite.

This summer I was lucky enough to be given several Red Haven peaches and thought then of peach cobbler! YUM! I made one of those a few months ago, in the "peach cobbler bowl" his grandmother always used. This time, I made what he prefers, the fried pies.

It is so nice to make something for someone who seems enjoy them so much. His eyes just lit up when I made those. Making those for him also brought back many memories for me of frying pies with my mother and also with his grandmother.

Fried peach pies were a hit.

My Mother

Today is my mother's birthday. As my cousin reminds us - it is one of those milestone birthays. My cousin, my mother, my uncle, another aunt, another cousin and I were all born in years ending in 9. So, yes this is the year I turn 40 - not bothering me yet.

I think about all that my mother means to me and I just can't comprehend everything she is. She is so much to so many! But most of all I think about her strength. I see now how strong she was that year my dad was sick and they next few years raising a teenager alone. She did it without ever letting me see how hard it was.

She is true inspiration to me and I don't think I will every be the woman she is! Happy birthday mom!