My thorns

In this quest for getting more comfortable in our home, aka me feeling happier here I've decided to take on some landscaping projects. My recent has been simply repotting bouganvillia into larger pots and moving the flowers that needed a new home to hanging baskets so come football season and fall I can have purple and gold flowers! Cause ya know, Geaux Tigers!!

 Flowers and gardening have always been something I enjoy but it's so different here in San Antonio. It's dry. We have droughts. It stinks. I grew up rejoicing in storms and wearing rain boots, but here my boots are made out of leather and are good for dancing! It takes extra work like watering more often, and figuring out the best place for what plant, and we have to have low water, full sun things or the plant usually dies. I learned this the hard way a few times.

I've been so homesick lately. This last weekend Toby drove us out to New Braunfuels, because he knew it'd make my heart happy to see a river and moss!  He puts up with me when I'm sad. My husband is such a gift to me and the girls too! Traffic was horrible and he drove in that mess for me, and on the way back with a toddler throwing a hissy fit, to make me smile. He had a good attitude about it when he could have been frustrated. I could have been less stressed out that he was going to a lot of trouble for me.

Bouganvillia has thorns, but vibrant pink flowers. I have thorns too. My attitude can make or break our day around here. I can choose life speaking words or I can pierce with my tongue and actions. The hearts of my sweet darlings, and my husband too, need to be built up and it's my purpose to ensure that I do just that. I can choose joy, and speak it. There are days it's hard to put my goals and self second or third, sometimes forth, but it's more than just me now. I feel like I fail sometimes but the Lord gives me grace and an abundant amount of it. That grace and my family are my pink flowers.