Hello Friends. Another crazy schedule. I have one night off this week. One 16 hour shift down. Two more to complete. Have I mentioned that I love my job?

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother.  A child is a child.  They get bigger, older, but grown?  What’s that suppose to mean?  In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

Happy belated Mother’s Day to each of you. I came home to a bouquet of roses, and a beautiful card. I have to admit I miss the years past when I would receive homemade works of art from the kids when they were in elementary school…yep, just when you think you are on the homefront, out of no where, the emotions of being an empty-nester sneaks up on you.

Here’s a peek at the first batch of flowers I’ve purchased. Can’t wait to get my back deck pulled together and filled with flowers.

Well friends, I have to find myself taking a quick nap before I head out for another night of work. Until next time.

xO-Jenny