When I was a small girl I had many dreams… dreams of having a family that I could rely on…

Growing up on the street left a great amount to dream about when it came to a safe dry place to sleep…

Sixteen years of dreaming about an ideal home destroyed my first marriage…

I thought we had found our ideal home about 7 years ago, and then the shut down claimed everything we owned…

Now, I am keeping my expectations within a realistic realm…

Yesterday, I played a game with my husband, had a healthy meal, and slept in relative safety…

The only ideal home that I now look towards is no longer here, but heavenward. I am going to store up my treasures there, cause the world keeps takin my stuff!

Here…

Have a cookie…

Honestly, why do Macaroons take so much work?