This week of April brings back so many memories for me. Six years ago we brought our darling newborn baby home from the hospital to a glorious spring day. At the time my mom still lived across the country, but she had flown to Alabama (where we lived at the time) to spend nearly a month with us. It was the first southern spring I had experienced where I wasn't sitting in an office, and my mom and I had one of the best months ever enjoying the time with our new precious baby girl (while poor Justus had to work). Since then I always anticipate this week of April, because I know it brings greener grass, warmer days and blooms aplenty.
Now that we live in Tennessee, I also know this time of year brings a blossoming snowball bush and I love to fill our home with their fluffy white blooms.
When making a large bouquet, there are usually little blooms towards the bottom of the branch, just perfect for making a tiny bouquet.
Who knew an old jar that held peanut butter could look so pretty? (wink)
And yes, even a large bouquet for the kitchen. It's the first room I wander to in the morning and the blooms are a lovely reminder that spring is in the air.
This past Sunday Jillian turned six years old and I can hardly believe how the time has flown, and yet so many wonderful memories have been made. It just makes me want to savor every day I have with my family, being thankful for all that we have.