The mother of all comfort foods...

I have this great memory from my childhood: I was probably in 5th or 6th grade. It was a Sunday evening, and I had a terrible sore throat. Dad went into problem-solving mode and made me a cup of hot chocolate. Then he got out the honey jar, added a spoonful to the drink, and told me that is the secret ingredient to fix a sore throat. What a Dad, and what a cure! Mmmm...

So, today I woke up with a doozy of a sore throat. You know, those kind that feel like you have a fireball lodged in your esaphagus. You could spend the day drooling and not feel bad, because there is no WAY you want to even try to swallow. Well, I dug into my favorite memories of home remedies and got to it. One cup of milk, a packet of Swiss Miss and a spoonful of honey later I was good as new! Honestly, that little trick works like a charm.

Thanks, Dad. You can bet that is one thing I will never forget.

And now I must wipe the drool from my chin and get on with my day!

It's the little things, really

Friday night, a little miracle happened. Phil and I walked in the rain.

Now, sure, if that would have happened five months ago I certainly would not have considered it a miracle. But moving from Fargo to a desert has definitely changed my perspective. That was the first chance we had in 3 months to feel raindrops trickle down our faces, or splash in fresh puddles on the sidewalk. It was unbelievably refreshing.

So it makes me wonder; what other little gifts from God have I taken for granted? I look for big things to get excited about, to measure my successes and my quality of life. But then a walk in the rain happens, and I remember that a great life is not about drama. It is about the walks in the rain, the phone call from a friend, the good-night kisses. It's about the little things.

Enjoy!

Gotta' have some...

Color!!
Today I found out exactly how long I can live in a place with white walls. Three months and two weeks after we moved into this apartment, I just could not take it anymore. I needed color!

So, here's what happens when they tell Becca she can't paint the walls: Becca finds a loop-hole. All it took was 3 yards of awesome red fabric, a can of spray-on starch, and a good iron. Voila! We have a red wall!!


I'm soooo loving our living room now. Funny how all it takes is 3 yards of color, and it feels as though we have a whole different apartment. It is a wonderful, glorious jolt of character to our life. Ahhhhhh......