The talented one

I enjoy making my crosses and I always will. I enjoy meeting a need that is largely ignored.

The true talent in my family is my son, Levi. He within 6 months a a few used word working tools has taught himself to be an amazing craftsman. The patience and skill it takes to create from hardwoods the beautiful handcrafted pieces is not for the faint of heart.

I’m very proud of what he has made from very little other than ingenuity, hard work, persistence, and problem solving.

Check out this great article on the Local Lifestyle on Scotts Marketplace. The link is below.

https://thelocallifestyle.scottsmarketplace.com/hardwoods-by-levi/

Valentines Day πŸ’”πŸ’” Broken Hearts

I have always viewed Valentines Day as a holiday for kids. It could be that as a child I loved the sugar cookies with pink icing, the conversation heart candy, the pink and red colors, or the shape of hearts everywhere. It could be that as a former preschool teacher for 15 + years I spent most Valentine celebrations with my classroom kids or my own children. 

I’m not much of a romantic and I would prefer to receive gifts ( not necessarily chocolate or roses) under social threats from advertising. I have seen some desperate men on Valentines Day walking up and down the aisles of a store they normally wouldn’t shop at looking for something– anything!

What I do understand about Valentines Day is that if you have lost a loved one – a brother – mother – husband – father – friend , the constant reminder about love and loved ones only causes stabbing pains to your heart.❀ 

Even though I don’t teach anymore, my children are grown, and my childhood family members have all passed I can still celebrate Valentines Day. I can place one of my  memorial crosses on their grave, or write a journal entry of a memory with them.  Please remember to forgive others who  gush to you about their Valentine plans or gifts without remembering your loss, broken hearts can’t be seen only felt.πŸ’Œ

UPDATE……..Can’t see the forest for the trees.

On December 11, 2016 I posted a story about a baby grave from the 1800’s that I had walked by dozens of times in the last 17 years.

Today the weather was a beautiful 70 degrees so I went to honor baby Paul with a memorial cross.

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