I started blogging on a whim. One night I had a lot of time to kill and nothing to kill it with. David was working nights at the time. So, because I could, I joined the ranks of the nocturnal. One night I was surfing the internet during the wee morning hours, sort of like I am now. Somehow I ended up in MSN Spaces. I read a featured blog or two, the ones that caught my eye, then trotted off to start my own. Why? Because honestly, I was bored. Not inspired, bored. I had no idea that I was about to meet some of the dearest most amazing people in the history of my life. And I love how neither distance or location has hindered that. It’s like the most perfect neighborhood, the kind you imagine you live in.
The Best of MSN Spaces is just grand, perhaps the only thing better than being featured is doing the featuring. Hmmm. Now that’s an idea.
Fair warning here, I am about to start throwing adjectives at you.
And lots of them. Try: insightful, creative, convincing, gracious, deep, inspiring, honest, tender, caring, WISE, humorous, original, thoughtful, real, ENCOURAGING, brilliant, FUN, challenging, loving, amazing, inventive, gentle, strong, sweet.
You may not ever see the women I have just described on the cover of PEOPLE magazine, but let me tell you,
I know where you can find real celebrities.
These women are many things, not the least of which is extraordinary.
In the middle of laundry and dirty dishes/diapers, that never-ending to-do list, church activities, errand running, snack making, loving, cleaning the house, rocking babies, listening, working, cooking, more snack making, doing favors for, teaching, and tired, with no make-up on, still in their sweats at noon, hair up in a pony tail.
They love their life. As everyday as it may be. As busy as it may be.
These women nearly swoon at the sight of the small bouquet of flowers sitting on thier kitchen table.
Or a glittering sunset that they know was a gift, " painted " especially for them. A love note left on the bathroom mirror.
Bedtime stories, kisses and prayers.
They often find their greatest pleasure in the smallest,
and simplest of things.
These women are the truest definition of beauty: