Susan Wheeler Smith

Sometimes I want so much to do it all that I end up doing not much at allthe houses behind us are disappearing quickly in a cloud of green leavesstrategically placed bird feedersdark chocolate bars with almonds and sea saltwatching the lion king movies with my girlbooks books books (I may have stated this before)a [...]

the first hint of morning fresh brewed coffee swirling in the airmy bare feet on hardwoodbad kitties nuzzling my chin to wake meMamie's chairlavender laundry soap...obsessed with itkindnessthe wild boy and his princessjournalingEasterneighborsmy home

bff, annette...aka walkin' buddyclarinexlavenderbags of frozen peascell phones that take picturesthe brush of my girl's lips on my cheek as she dashes out the doorheated mattress padsthe snooze buttonpurpleholding hands with my man during the nightangelsbooks books books

NCIS (okay, admit it...you are surprised it took me to Day 3 to add this one)black dawgmy mother-in-love, Katie, my wild boy and I are all January babiesgarnet jewelry that belonged to Katietart burners and tarts my sister gives memy back porchtexting with my sisterweight liftingthe way wild boy calls me, "momma"strawberriesoatmeal chocolate chip cookie [...]

pistachioswatching the iron man moviesreading the wine biblecrochetingorange-red tabby kitties named chloestarbucks cafe veronacrock pot mac n cheesebright green leaves dancing in front of a deep blue backdropthe sunmy man

Feeling the need to push myself to consistently blog for a period of time, I will post some things I'm thankful for, every day gifts I recognize, or maybe even just some blurted out thoughts each day this week. Here we go.Sunday mornings have a different-from-every-other-day-of-the-week feelingyoga pants green pollen slime heralding the arrival of SpringUA [...]

Nana's house is a beauty queen. Home is a gawky 15 year old with braces and stringy hair.Nana's house is clean. Home looks like the entire Spartan offensive line has run through in full pads and cleats after a game in the rain and a run through the pig pen, just for good measure.Nana's house [...]

One year ago today, my sister called me with words that changed our lives forever. Andy had collapsed at the gym. They had been unable to revive him. Get. There. Now. Rockville was only a 35 minute drive away for me. Ten minutes into the drive my mom called to say that Andy was gone. [...]

This week marks the anniversary of Andy's death. We miss him terribly. That will come as no surprise. I thought I would take this week to share about him. It will make me feel better to talk about him. Thank you for indulging me. I think I shall do this in random, bullet fashion. Which [...]

It is a stunning Spring morning. I am sitting on our back porch. Screened in with skylights and a ceiling fan, it is just about the best place in the whole wide world for morning quiet time. Our house backs up to parkland and a dense grove of trees separate our yard from the yards [...]