Hurst Family News

Easter is on its way.  Easter is a time of rebirth and growth and springing from the tomb and rejoicing. And hats.  (This hat is from Etsy- you can find it HERE  and join me in the celebration of all things Easter.) The perpetual little girl in me really just wants to grow up to be the Hat Lady at church.  I *LOVE* hats and gloves and miss the little dresses that came with both. This year I will not have either as I cannot find my box that has my gloves and I don't have a good Easter hat.  I also haven't sought for one that would be suitable to go with my Easter Dress (that I also don't have...) Why is it that the froofy dresses are only for people 3 feet tall and under? Hm. I feel a project brewing.  For next year- I'm not *THAT* industrious.  Today's epic task: to make Grandma Brown's Cinnamon Rolls...we'll see- I'm not so good with yeast- I kill it.  But I'm confident that if I go slow enough it'll hopefully ...

On this, the celebratory day of my birth, let me take a moment to say thank you to my mom.  Thanks mom for laboring and bringing me into this world and for supporting me every step of the way.  Looking back even the chastening moments were really just trying to get me to be who I really am not who I wish I were (or who I thought others wanted me to be).   I've been reading Gretchen Rubin's Happiness Project  sporadically when I have time to linger in the tub.  Remember when it made me want to blog every day .  See how well that turned out?  Oh well.   Which reminds me- I saw a plaque on Pinterest that says  I second that emotion.  Meanwhile back at the farm....I was reading in the tub this morning and pondering my little sister's blog post.  Do I like myself?  Woah. Loaded question sister girl.   But a good one to get the cogs in the old noggin thinking about something other than barfy children (which we had ye...