It's the 4th of July and I want everything to look pretty and festive.
There's no better way to greet guests than with a lovely wreath on the front door. It's not only welcoming but it sets the mood for the day. I made one for the front door and one for the porch.
The weather has been wonderful this year. Still hot and humid..... but we've had a lot more rain. That's a good thing. It is un-seasonably cool today..... only 70 degrees. 70 degrees on the 4th of July??? Wow!
It's sunny and such a beautiful day.
I don't usually decorate for the 4th of July..... but, this year I have something wonderful to celebrate.
Some of you may know my mother has been ill and in the hospital. She was diagnosed with possible bladder cancer and we have been waiting for biopsy results.
We got the news today....... no cancer!!! Happy tears!
Her infection is finally gone and hopefully with phys therapy and regular follow ups she will continue to improve.
We will be getting together this weekend and I wanted everything to look pretty and festive.
Only having a few days to pull things together..... I got out my craft supplies.... including my trusty hot glue gun and got busy. With a few Goodwill finds (the old Mason Jars and silver tray), scraps of fabric and a little paint I created some wonderful (and cheap) decorations.
I love anything handmade! With no real plan.... I think everything came out great.
My mother has been very ill. It all started with an upset stomach and fainting spells. She was hospitalized with a severe urinary tract infection. Lots of blood in the urine. Three rounds of antibiotics have not worked. Yesterday..... they found possible evidence of bladder cancer. We will know for sure when the results of the biopsy come back.
As with any problem...... I pray and turn it over to God. His will be done. I pray that it's not cancer.... but, if it is.... I pray for mercy and the courage to get through it.
In the last decade my mother and I have become very close. We were close before but have grown much closer over the years. As I get older.... I sometimes hear my mother's voice when I speak..... and see her hands when I look at mine.