I'm alive...quite simply that's the truth.

From the Knoxville chica...

I'll post about a great week  at camp later.

Right now, I'm like a nesting hen trying to unpack, sift through mail, put laundry away, organize, catch up on emails/texts/video chats, chat with a friend who just had a baby! and pitch things. This will be only the 3rd full day I've been home all summer. So, there's def work to be done.

However, it's joyfully and pleasurably being done. I love piddling!

Chik-fil-a spicy chicken biscuit as fuel.

Country music as the background.

Convos with Momma, Daddy, Banco,  Portis, and Garth Brooks sprinkled in.

Ahh, exhale. The beauty of piddling. Heavenly.

The card was an Easter card...love it...

(Daddy just called my cell phone from a floor down to tell me that one of my favorite shows was on tv. He knows me well, my friend.)

I do want to celebrate the surprise of a package in the mail.  It's unexpected so there could be nothing inside and the happiness still would not waver. It's even more savory after being away for a while.

Yet, the 2 packages I show here totally were sent by people who know the real me. It's annoying (for me) to have to try to paint a picture of who I am. I'm happy and thankful these people know my heart.

Moral of the Story: Piddling is freeing. Opening packages while piddling is exciting and causes a slight delay in productivity.