Ginny is from Lemon Drop Pie. What I know about her can fit in my hand. What I like about her fills my heart. She's a preschool teacher. She has 2 adorable Sweet Peas (approximately the same age as my two Sweet Peas). She is a cancer survivor. She is a great storyteller. She has a big heart. She lives somewhat near to me. (If you say 8ish hours is near)
All in all, she is amazing. I appreciate her sweetness and her frankness. That is a hard combination.
Enjoy Ginny and then go check her other thoughts out at Lemon Drop Pie.
One of my favorite things about blogging is the people I've met. Gianna and I met when we were both in the same group for a writing project called “Mommy's Piggy Tales,” and we encouraged each other in writing memoirs for our children. While Gi and I have never met in person, it has been so fun to be able to “know” her through the blogs that she writes!
When Gi asked me to write a guest post for Sweet Peas & Buddies, I was honored. So here goes.
But then by evening, hard rain began to fall---”Oh no!” Puddle protested---and by the next day, the glorious snow was gone. ~Toot & Puddle, Let it Snow, by Holly Hobbie
This winter has been exceptionally brown and drab in the Midwest where I live. There has been hardly any snow this year, and while the temperatures haven't dipped as low as normal, the chilliness of the air makes it hard to spend time outside.
When we have had a few inches of snow on the ground, we rush outside to enjoy it. The sled hill has been full of eager snow lovers each time, trying to get in some good runs before the hill becomes a soggy, muddy mess.
All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey. I've been for a walk on a winter's day;
I'd be safe and warm if I was in LA. ~California Dreaming, The Mamas & the Papas
During our daily walks to drop off my first grader at school, I hold Emmy's hand. Emmy is four, and she literally cannot walk anywhere. She tugs at my hand as she does anything but walk. She skips. She hops. She dances down the sidewalk.
Eventually, Emmy tires of holding my hand. She lets go, and runs ahead of us.
Lily grabs my vacant hand as we watch Emmy reach the corner, far ahead.
Emmy turns around, a smile on her lips. She skips back to us, happy to be outside even though her little nose is red from the cold.
Look around, Leaves are brown,
There's a patch of snow on the ground.
Oh, how I love that tugging at my hand! The skipping, the joyful jumping! Oh, to be four again! To see the sidewalk stretch before us, a path just begging for running feet!
Look around, The grass is high
The fields are ripe; It's the springtime of my life. ~Hazy Shade of Winter, Simon & Garfunkel
And so I take this lesson to heart; I ignore the brown grass, the grey sky, and that patch of snow on the ground. I look for the springtime that my four year old gives me. My heart soars, even on such a winter's day.
Ginny and I have just begun to get to know each other. But she is a sweetheart worth getting to know. For you too!