Golf Carts Galore

I've been driving by this golf cart corral at the Bliss Creek Golf Club for a month or so and every time I see them all lined up so perfectly just waiting for the golfers to arrive, it reminds me of how I look forward to spring and summer weather. Of course, I don't need the golf cart corral-full to remind me, I'm pretty much obsessed with it daily.

Today was 'warm' but windy which created a chill in the air. Oh how I long for good old hot weather. Remind me when I start complaining about the heat and humidity, okay? Flick or Northern: if you're reading this you have my permission to be rude about it. Seriously I'll need a swift kick if I do complain this summer about hot weather. The wind has now subsided and the sun is low in the sky - my view out back is glorious, but right now, my taxman is emptying the dishwasher, I am in the midst of a soap batch and I'm exhausted from another day watching precious Olivia and spending 9 hours trying to get her to sleep. Little 15-30 minute naps is all she'll do. I'm lucky if I get to shower, or go to the bathroom, or eat...Oh, I feel so bad for complaining, because as Beautifulblue and Carol remind me, I will all too soon long for these days, of freedom to care for this little bundle of joy. Oh my gosh, I swear she was 'singing' to me today. She tries out her voice and gets louder and louder, looking right into my eyes with such sincerity. I love this little girl. One day I'll tell her stories of this short time in our lives when we were together. Soon (with any luck) I'll be filling orders for soap and lip balm, sweating over soap and lip balm batches, paying quarterly taxes to the IRS and longing for a leisure day of holding a three month old sweetie and taking pictures of golf carts galore.

Today I am thankful for a husband (who I lovingly refer to as Taxman) who empties the dishwasher (sometimes), who builds me walk-in pantries (only one, really), and who offers to hold the baby (if only rarely). I love him. I think I'll go tell him now.