Engaging Each Day with Action Words

Accept. — What Lands Through Doors and Windows.


Sometimes, things happen. Good things happen with bad things.  Tragic things happen alongside miracles.

Doors Close. Windows Open.

There are red lights followed by green lights. There are complaints followed by compliments.  There is hard. There is easy.  There are family game nights and seven year old meltdowns. There is the perfect meal and then the sunken homemade birthday cake.

Sometimes the stress of a situation can take your breath away. Then a random text from a friend can relieve the anxiety. Just a little bit.

You find the parking space. You run out of gas. You are first in line. The machine breaks. This is starting to sound a little bit like an Alanis Morissette song.

Whatever IT is—it is true that you have to accept the situation. We accept that things happen. We accept complications.  We even accept credit.

I recently heard the phrase, “Accept what lands.” I find this so interesting.  Be accepting of what comes our way, both good and bad and accept it for what it is. The traffic jam. The three hour wait in line. The lost contact lens.  The sweet message from a friend. The unexpected check in the mail. The favorite movie randomly on T.V.

Accept what lands implies that we welcome our destiny. We accept the events that happen to us.  But…NOT in a passive way.  We are not victims, helpless to react to what is landing in our lives.  No. Accept implies action. Actively accept what lands, catch it and then do something with it.

But what will you do with it? How will your acceptance of what lands in your life motivate you? To be still or move forward? To Stay home or work elsewhere? To Cry or laugh?  To Begrudge or forgive? To Choose sad or choose happy?  To Wallow or Appreciate?

We accept situations, just like we should accept the people in our worlds. I accept my best friend/partner/hubby for who he is and what he brings to my world.  I accept Y for her firecracker ways, for her sweet, sincere spirit, for her over extremes. I accept X for his red-headed monkey loudness, his interrupting manners, and his incessant talking at times.  I try not to make excuses for them. I accept them and their behavior and their gifts and their mess ups. Just as they are.

Accept what lands means that I have to accept me, too. For what I am and who I become. For what I see in the mirror and the number on the scale. For my triumphs and overcomings and my foul-ups and shortcomings. For when I have it all together and for when I just… don’t.

The good, the bad, the beautiful. I have to accept it all.

Accept what lands.

Let’s All, Go. Do that.

Today’s challenge: Free write about acceptance. Set a timer for 5 minutes and just write. Don’t edit. Just write.

What does acceptance mean? What does it look like? When have you found it? When have you given it?

When have you not felt accepted? When have you made others feel this way?

What good has come from bad? What miracle have you found in tragedy?


Name. — Remember it. Don’t be lame.

MommyVerbs nametag

I have recently decided that I think it is pretty lame to say, “I’m terrible with names.”

I get it. We meet a lot of people over the course of our lives. Some we get to know better than others. Some we spend a lot of time with. Some are just passing through. Some we may never, ever see again.

But we all have this in common: We all love to hear our names. Hearing our names makes us feel important. Valued.

Whenever I have the opportunity to teach a class, I start with a greeting. When I am teaching young students, I remind them how to greet someone. We make eye contact. We give them our attention. We smile. We say their name. We shake their hand and give them a high five or fist bump. And we listen to hear our name.

And I also teach them what to do if they don’t know this person’s name. We still make eye contact. We still give them our attention. We still smile. And then we simply say, “Can you please tell me your name again?” Then we say their name, shake their hand and listen to hear our name.

This really isn’t just for young students. I know many adults who could use some practice with this, too. And I am including myself in that one.

Whether it is your child, your student, your best friend, a colleague or the young man that is taking your order at Panera.

We all love to hear our names.

And all we have to do is actively listen and put their name to memory.

Or at least try. Really try to connect with that person and remember their name.

Because when we don’t even try. When we use the lame excuse, “I’m terrible with names.” We may imply that this person is not important enough for me to know. Not important enough for me to try to put some effort into the remembering.

And I’m sure that is not the message we want to send.

No. We want to send the message of “You are important. I want to get to know you as a person.”

There is a teacher that attends some meetings that I facilitate. Every time I see him, he is wearing a “Hello. My name is ____” sticker on his shirt with his name written on it. I love this. And by love, I mean I want to do this. And sometimes, wish that everyone would. I have never asked him why he does this or how long he has been doing this. I imagine that he has a little box of stickers in his car with a Sharpie marker for just these occasions. But I know his name. I will always know his name. I learned his name faster than anyone else’s. And by knowing his name, I have learned other things about him and his life. His name was just the beginning of getting to know him as a person and being able to really value his contributions and talents.

I am going out to day to buy a little box of stickers and a Sharpie marker.

Each fall, I teach a class on Tuesday nights with 18 graduate students. I only see them for less than 3 hours a week. And I really, really struggle to learn their names and keep them straight from week to week.

It makes me crazy.

Absolutely crazy. I try so many things. I quiz myself as they come into the room. I make us all play silly greeting games, under the guise that these are good teaching practices, which they are. But mostly it is so I can practice their names. 🙂 Some of them I learn quickly, others take me weeks to match faces with names. I am close to making them wear nametags sometimes. I have even thought about taking their pictures, holding their nametags, so I can study names/faces before class. I haven’t yet. But I still might.

I hate when I feel like I have to avoid calling someone by name so I don’t get it wrong.

I never want to send the message that they are not important enough for me to know.  So I work on it. Every week, I keep working on putting their names and faces to memory.

Because it is lame to say, “I’m terrible with names.” I don’t want to be lame.

Sometimes I do get a name wrong. But usually only once. Brain-based research and learning principles suggest that we learn more, learn better from our mistakes. When we get it wrong, and then work to correct it, we build better, strong memory pathways.  It is kind of like going over a pencil line a few times to make it darker on a paper.

This also explains why I will never, ever misspell the word: Conscience. This is the word that kicked me out of the county-wide spelling bee in the 4th grade. And when my Dad heard the word that I missed, he said, “Sharon, how did you miss that one…it is just Con. Science.”

Crap. Why didn’t I see that before? Con. Science. Yep. I won’t get that one wrong again.

The point is: Make mistakes. Try again. But make it a priority to learn people’s names.

Be intentional about calling them by their name.

Quit using the lame excuse, “I’m terrible with names.”

It is lame. Don’t be lame. Don’t be that person.

Whether it is your child, your student, your best friend, a colleague or the young lady taking your order at Panera. (I may or may not have been to Panera a lot recently.)

Make people feel important. Because they are.

Let’s all, Go. Do that.

Today’s Challenge: All about names.

What do you love about your name? Is there anything you don’t like about it?

What is the story of your name?

How did you (or will you) choose your children’s names?

What about your pets’ names? How did you pick those?

Where would you like to see your name someday? In lights? On a screen? On the cover of a book? On a diploma?

Name it.

Own it and be known for it.

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Marry. — The Mantra Still Works…14 Years Later

The night before Felix and I were to be married, there was a task that needed to be done.  A task neither one of us wanted to do. In retrospect, 14 years later, it was SO not a big deal. But at the end of a few very long days that included running away from a hurricane and all of the preparations that go into a wedding and ceremony where we did most of the planning and preparation ourselves…the task seemed monumental and overwhelming.

I begged Felix to take care of it for me. He clearly didn’t want to and had his own valid reasons. Exasperated, I finally looked at him and said, ….

“Be nice and do what I say.”

I can’t remember if we laughed about it then,  because I’m sure it felt a little like an argument at the time.  But over the years, it has become the motto of our marriage. A mantra of sorts. A phrase that shows up to end silly arguments and discussions to this day.

Be nice and do what I say. 

Now that I reflect back on our vows, I wish we had just said these words:  “I love you. Be nice and do what I say. You may now kiss the bride.”  It would certainly have been surprising to all of the wedding guests that got all dressed up and brought presents for the big day.  But I think they might have all appreciated the short ceremony, so they could get right to the real party and celebrations… and … dancing!

I love you. Be nice and do what I say.”  Simple, yet powerful. “Be nice” … act in such a way that will make the other person feel good. Another way of saying this: Just don’t be mean.  Be intentionally… nice. Think before you speak. Know how something will impact your loved one. “Do what I say“ each other. Listen to requests. Do the things that the one you love hates to do. Try to make the other person happy.

These are not hard concepts.

And may be the secret to a long, happy marriage.

On the eve of our 14th wedding anniversary, I’d like to say…

To my best friend/partner/hubby, aka Fix-it Felix:

I love the way you appreciate a warmed bed and a warmed towel.

I love your waking up noises in the mornings.

I love that you pack healthy lunches and snacks for the kiddos and make yummy dinners for us all.

I love your entrepreneurial ways.

I love that we are equal partners in the Family Chore Wars.

I love that you do try to fix things…most of the time.

I love the way you love me. 

I love the way you love us. 

I love the way you love ours. 

Happy 14th Anniversary, Babe.

Now, Go. Be nice and do what I say.



Fail. — Candy Crush Contemplations

1. You know how I feel about sugar. It is the devil. This game might be also.

2. It is addictive, like sugar, and will suck up your free time and your brain cells.

3. That being said, I’m on Level 28, trying to clear that stupid jelly.

4. What is that jelly stuff anyway? Seriously, candy in jelly? I don’t get it.

5. When I first saw the little girl in the pink dress, I thought she was a fish creature. Clearly, she is not. But still somewhat creepy.

6. I’m not sure why she is so upset when I don’t get rid of that jelly.  Why the tears? The drama? I want to tell her to get over it and stop making me feel bad for not getting her past the next level. I mean, really.

little candy girl

7. Is that tall CandyMan the one that says things like, “Sweet!” and “Tasty!” and “Delicious!”? Because I think his voice is creepy and suspicious.

8. The gameboard looks a lot like Candy Land. Is Hasbro paying attention?

9. Why is there a dragon in Lemonade Lake? Seems wrong.

10. Where did that genie in a bottle come from?

11. Why is there no end? I keep thinking that I have finished and magically new road appears with 30 new levels to get past. Even Y commented, “There’s no end to this game, Momma.” I know, honey. I know.

12.  I don’t like the red candies. They remind me of Mike n’ Ikes.  Which reminds me of licorice. I hate licorice. Hate.

13.  I really hope that no one out there uses real money to buy fake candy bombs. But I worry that people do.

14. It is nice that Candy Crush allows people to help each other out by sending out lives. It is nice to help people. We should all do that more in real life.

15. It is not nice to be told:

fail candy crush

Over and over. And over.

Failed? Failed who? Failed the little girl in the pink dress? There’s a little broken heart there, too. Wow. That’s a lot of pressure. She shows up and looks at me with her sad eyes and hands by her side, pleading with me..why? Why didn’t you do better? Why have you failed me so?

Really. I wouldn’t call this a fail. I just didn’t get past this level.

But fail. Sure. I have failed a few times. Really failed.

Failed. Failed. Failed. Failed. Failed.

I’m sure I failed a few tests, but I can’t tell you which ones for what class.

I have failed to keep resolutions and I haven’t met every goal that I have ever set.

I have sometimes failed to get things accomplished or maybe I’ve failed to remember things as I should.

But the failures that I remember crystal clearly are the ones that involve the people I may have failed. Real people. Not fake little cartoon girls in pink dresses. I’m talking about failed relationships. Failed friendships.  I’m sure I’ve done it. I can name a few.

Failing people is tough. Being failed by people is equally as tough. I can name a few times when folks have failed me, too.

Sometimes what makes it so hard,  is that they may not even know.  Just like I may not know how I’ve failed others.

Because, unlike Candy Crush, we don’t throw up a huge sign and say, “You failed me.”

But maybe we should.

Maybe, with the people that we really care about, the real people in our lives, we should tell them.

Talk about it. Reflect. Vent. Communicate. Apologize. Hug. (I can’t help it, I’m a hugger!)

Make it right if you can.

And then move on to the next level.

Because even in Candy Crush, as it should be in life, no matter how many times you fail…

You always get the chance to:


“Ever tried?  Ever failed?  No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. “

Samuel Beckett


Receive. — A Gift, Just For Being Born

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Welcome Baby Girl.

We are so excited to receive you into our family. You are an amazing gift.

I know you just got here, but there are so many beautiful things in the world and I’m so excited for you! Your Mom and Dad and Big Brother will do a fine job of introducing you to the world and the world to you.  I just wanted to take a few minutes to let you know a couple of things about this brand new gift you have received…this gift called… family.  A gift that comes as a part of your very first birthday!

Oh, I know. You think you have already met your family. And you have! But those are just the people that live in your house. Oh my, Baby Girl, there is so much more to this thing called … family. There are lots and lots of other people in your family, all over the country. Some belong to your Dad, some belong to your Mom. Some are related, some are not, but these friends are  going to be such a huge part of your life, you will still know them as family.

And we all have one thing in common, we love you and yours and receive you into our worlds with wide open arms.

I know it seems tricky now and we all look alike and a probably a little blurry and you are very busy with the new things you have to remember to do here in the big world. I’m here to tell you though, that this thing called family doesn’t have to be that complicated.

See, I’m your Mom’s cousin. You are not even a day old, I have seen exactly two pictures of you and I want you to know that I love you. That’s simple enough. Even though I won’t see you everyday,  we will get to catch up on holidays and maybe a random weekend here and there. I will be able to keep up with how you are growing and will enjoy your stories as you make your way in the world. Computers and cell phones and email and even that ol’ facebook make this so much easier to do.

And I’m just ONE of many people in one small part of this family you have received, who already love you.

For the record, I think your/our family is pretty awesome.  For one, we eat well. Maybe not in the new non-GMO, organic kind of way, but, I promise you, when you get teeth, a whole new world will open up for you. Family meals are important to us. When we are together, we plan, prepare and enjoy many meals together. Y says you will love the fried potatoes and of course, no meal is complete without a corner of a Maw Betty cake for dessert. Or before dinner. Or for breakfast. Or just when you are walking through the kitchen. When you are old enough, we will let you help make the icing (and lick the beaters!) It’s tradition. And you don’t monkey with tradition!

We play more.  We play games. Trouble. Chinese Checkers. Get ready for us, we can be loud.  We meet in the smallest rooms, gather around a table and tell our stories. Sometimes at the same time. We love music and movies. We talk about these a lot. As a matter of fact, we are kind of experts on both topics. Trust me. Learn from the masters. They can teach you so much. Words and music are powerful and amazing friends. Speaking of words, we are writers. There are lots of writers around you. We have dreams of publishing and producing.  We love a good story, a powerful poem, a soulful script. We have some classic tales and you will hear them over and over. My advice: Put them to memory. Keep them close.

We choose happy.  We don’t always get along, all the time. Sometimes we might hurt a feeling or two. Families do that, too. But don’t worry, we make it right. We love to laugh more than anything and we always, always, always love each other. Always. That’s what families do, too.

Oh My, Baby Girl, there’s so much good in the world. And your family is just one of the gifts of this life. My advice: Slow down and just receive it. Open up your arms and receive it all.

We are yours. You are ours.

It’s a gift…just for being born.


Think. — A Lesson from a Walking Path

There is a little walking path in our neighborhood. It is a great path and it makes for easy family walks and great bike rides. It winds around houses and through an open field, passing a couple of gazebos on the way. It was one of the things that I loved about this house and neighborhood when we first moved in four years ago.

I’m a little embarrassed to say that it also can cause me some … shall we call it, angst? or maybe just some moments of … awareness … at times.

You see, this beautiful, simple little path goes right through our backyard. Well, it borders the property, follows the edge of our yard.  Lots of neighbors, and even other folks that are not our neighbors, walk along the path at the edge of our backyard.  I watch them walk by with their families, pushing strollers, dogs on leashes, talking with friends.

And as they walk, they look, they notice. And I can’t help but wonder if they are thinking things like:

“Wow, they need to cut their grass, or trim back their weeds.” Or. “Wow, Their kids can’t keep the toys and shovels in the sandbox, can they?!” Or. “Wow, Their deck could use some staining.”

When really, they are probably just going for a walk. Thinking about the nice weather or the blue skies or the cool mountain breezes. They probably only notice the state of our truly lovely backyard for a fleeting second, because most of us are walking around too busy thinking about our own stuff to really spend time noticing others.

And if they do notice, the truth is…that is what we all do. I think those same things when I walk by their houses. I notice their imperfections, too. But only for that same fleeting second and then I’m on to the next thoughts.

So yesterday, while I was outside cleaning up this same lovely backyard a little…the good intentioned, but neglected garden, the sandbox, pulling some weeds…I mentioned this random thought to Felix.

And then he did that thing he does with a simple question: “Why do you care what they think?”


Good question. Valid question. Thought-provoking question. (I hate that.)

Because I do. Because we all do. In one way or another. We all care about what other’s think. We just do. Even those that say they don’t, really do.

I have always cared what other people think. But…Pay attention here … This is important. It is not about any insecurities or low self esteem. It is not because of some ‘thin skin’ or misplaced value in other’s thoughts over my own. It is not just about what other people think about me or mine.

No. I genuinely care about what other people think. I’m curious about points of view. I try to understand people, what makes them tick, why they respond the way they do. I’m not empathic or anything, at least not officially. But I’m a good reader of people. I’m gifted at reading faces, body language, tone of voice. I pay attention to others. Maybe to a fault. Sometimes I can get so focused on managing the emotions of a room, that I can miss the moment.

I’ve always done this. Forever. Since I was a kid. I think I may have even done this when I was in the womb. I must have thought about this for the entire nine months because I was born with this little wrinkle above my nose. (A little wrinkle that says, “I’m a noticer. I’m a little bit of a fretter at times. I pay attention.”)  As a matter of fact, that’s how my Mom identified me in the hospital nursery. “Um…I’ll take the baby with the wrinkle above her nose.”

Caring about and noticing what other people think is both a blessing and a curse. I think it is part of what makes me a good friend. It helps make me an efficient professional development facilitator, which is part of my job. It is what makes me a good health coach. But it can also leave me with a little worry, a little fretting about other people’s thoughts and feelings.  It can lead to some over-thinking and hyper-awareness, which can be distracting and exhausting at times.

So, I’m letting this little walking path be yet another lesson in this life. As we pass by, let’s notice, but not judge. Let’s notice the good, not the bad. Let’s see the mess on the table as a sign of a good family meal instead of garbage left behind for a moment. Let’s see the toys underneath the swingset as a sign of neighborhood kids who know how to play outside and have a good time in the sandbox, instead of irresponsibility. Let’s see the too-high grass and weeds in the flowerbed as a sign of a family who is busy, probably with equal parts working and playing, instead of a sign of neglect.

In other words, …

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Float. — River. Rocks. And Rapids.

We spent the day on the river.

A little family, floating together.

Slowing down. Taking it all in.

Over the rocks and through the rapids.

Holding together, looking out for each other.

Laughing. Talking. Teasing. Planning.

Enjoying the passing landscapes. The trees, the mountains.

The sun sparkling on the rippling water.

Letting go for a little while. Venturing out, each on our own.

Only to come back together at the bend in the river, the end of the ride.

And to go back to the beginning and do it all over again.

A little family, floating together.


Sounds a lot like life.


A little family spent the day with this view.


Love. Does. — Love Does What?!

You know that little church in the little town that is doing big things?

Come on, now. I’ve told you about it…

here, here, and here.

Click on the links to get caught up.

So, this summer, the people of the little church in the little town doing big things are exploring the idea of Love Does.

Based on a book by Bob Goff, called Love Does: Discover a Secretly Incredible Life in an Ordinary World.

Yes. Love Does.

Which I love.

For many reasons, … but MommyVerbs is always going to be a fan of a verb that is also a noun.

And I am in love with the idea of using a verb and a helping verb together.

And bonus, because I love to play fast and loose with punctuation and grammar around here…

you know I’m going to love that the helping verb is now the verb, being helped by a verb pretending to be a noun.

MommyVerbs Trifecta!

But I digress, as they say.

So. Love Does. Huh? Love Does What?

Let me show you a little about what I think Love Does….

Love Reaches. Love Helps. Love Lifts. Love Carries. Love Shows. Love Holds. Love Stands. Love Delivers. Love Laughs. Love Cries. Love Hopes. Love Prays. Love Comforts. Love Feeds. Love Listens. Love Watches. Love Hears. Love Learns. Love Saves. Love Connects. Love Cares. Love Shares. Love Teaches. Love Knows. Love Thinks. Love Sings. Love Plays. Love Forgives. Love Restores. Love Includes. Love Invites. Love Opens. Love Offers. Love Attends. Love Friends. Love Cheers. Love Champions. Love Encourages.  Love Lends. Love Nurtures.  Love Rescues.  Love Serves. Love Sponsors. Love Challenges. Love Sustains. Love Works. Love Breathes. Love Lives. Love Calls. Love Displays. Love Discovers. Love Delights. Love Attaches. Love Enjoys. Love Commits. Love Feels. Love Smiles. Love Leans. Love Wishes. Love Gives. Love Loves.

See. It is true. And … Secretly Incredible. 

Love. Does.


Fix. — Hey Men…FYI…We usually DO know what the problem really is.

You know I’m married to Fix-It Felix, right?

He constantly wants to pull nails out of my head.

It is so annoyingly, lovingly sweet.

Because the thing is.  I love that he wants to pull a nail out my head. I mean. Come on, if I have a nail in my head, I’d probably prefer that it be out, instead of protruding from my forehead. Ouch.

I don’t want to feel that pressure all the time. I don’t want to not be able to sleep. And I certainly don’t want all of my sweaters to be snagged. I mean, all of them.

And while I don’t want the nail in my head, that doesn’t mean that I don’t know that it is there. And just because it is still there, doesn’t mean that I haven’t seriously considered how to get it out.

The nail. I’m thinking about it. I’m processing it. I’m wondering what the nail means and what I’m supposed to learn from it. I’m trying to decide what the nail represents and what strategy will work best to create some resolution. I’m even considering the best way to get it out without hurting anyone’s feelings.

Of course, I would reach up and yank it out if I thought it was the best solution. Of course, it is more complicated than that.

The reason you guys, boyfriends, husbands, friends,  get in trouble  sometimes, is that you want to just jump three steps ahead, skip all of this important meaning-making and do the obvious thing of … just reach up and jerk it out.

As the wise Claire Colburn said in “Elizabethtown”: “Men see things in a box. Women see them in a round room.”

It’s not about the nail.

But thanks for trying. ❤


Care. — A Blessing in Two Colors.

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Ms. Ruby Lavender.

I know it sounds made up. But it is not.

Ruby. Lavender.

Ms. Ruby.

For the past seven years, I’ve been driving up a partially graveled road, dodging potholes, through a tunnel of trees, past a pasture with two horses grazing; then making a slight left turn down a driveway, parking around the back of the house.

For the past seven years, I’ve been walking in either a girl child or a girl and a boy child combo or just a boy child into a little brick house; saying “Good Morning” to the little people who greeted me and then having a quick conversation with Ms. Ruby.

For the past seven years, I’ve been kissing cheeks and giving hugs and cuddles before heading off to work.

I never worried about my kiddos. Because I knew they were loved. And I knew exactly what their day was going to be like.

They would head down the hallway to the little classroom where they would sit with four or five of their little classmates. They would sit at the green table in one of the multi-colored chairs in front of their name. They would stand and try their best to recite the pledge of allegiance. They would listen to a Bible story and maybe watch Ms. Ruby ‘act’ it out on her little felt board with little felt-backed pictures. They would sing some songs. Then they would color or paint or practice their letters or math. They might draw shapes or make crafts. But they were also learning how to share, how to follow directions, how to ask for help, or just as importantly how to help someone else.

After class, they would head outside to ride bikes. To draw with sidewalk chalk. To play on the slide or the swingset. To chase each other and play ball or jump rope. To use their imagination and make up games with pirates and bad guys. All under the watchful eye of Ms. Ruby.

Back inside for lunch. Mac n’ cheese. Or turkey sandwiches. Green Beans. Maybe pizza.

Then a little more playtime before settling in for a nap upstairs in the living room. Little people on little mats under little blankets with heads sweetly sleeping on pillows. I would never have believed that my Y voluntarily laid down and took a nap with others around her…until the day Ms. Ruby proved it with a picture.

After nap, there was always a snack. Sometimes more cookies than I would like mine to have, but from Ms. Ruby it was somehow a little okay.

Then there was more playtime. Outside or inside in the play room. It didn’t matter, just time to play!

Until either Momma or Daddy came back to pick them up. When they would kiss and hug Ms. Ruby ‘bye.’ (And she would kiss his dimple!) And … send them to the classroom to get their candy for being good that day. (I know. I know. I shook my head a lot, too. But from Ms. Ruby, it was somehow okay.)

I still remember the very first day I drove up that gravel road. Seven years ago.

But today was the last day that I’ll make that trip and leave a kiddo there.

The next time we drive down that driveway, it will be just to visit and say “Hello!”

Because Ms. Ruby is retiring.  After 22 years, she is closing the doors on little Deerwood Daycare. Of course, since these are also the doors to her home, I think those will still be open.

What a blessing she has been and IS to us.

A blessing in two colors.

Ms. Ruby Lavender.

Ms. Ruby:

We thank you for:

Warm morning greetings

Honey buns and pancakes

2nd helpings—we are growing after all!

Time to sing and learn

Helping us ‘sign’ the ‘e’ in our names


Time to laugh and play

Time to be ourselves

Pizza and Mac ‘n’ cheese

Bread ‘n’ butter

Resting time

Soft lullabies

Holding us in a rocking chair

Gentle reminders

Modeling good manners

Helping us wear our helmets while we ride

Swingsets and sliding boards

Mommy and Daddy love you’s

Hugs and kisses in

Spring flowers, summer sunshine, fall leaves, and winter snow

We thank you for giving us wonder, wisdom and wishes.

And We thank you for helping us reach our dreams!

We love you, Ms. Ruby.


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