Heart Full

On Christmas Day, just two days after we'd found out that we were gaining a sweet daughter-in-love, we received more exciting news!  During a FaceTime session with Brady and Sloane (who were in Oregon for the holidays) we learned that we are going to be "Birdie" and "Chief" again! No words can express how thankful I am for FaceTime-- that though there were 2,000 miles between us I was able to see the sheer joy on the faces of my bigs as they shared their news of a "little" with us!  Indescribable.

In two day's time we'd received two gifts that required

 no wrapping, no tape, no tissue, no bag --

yet held lifetimes of love!

.

Oh the best gifts have no need of wrapping!

The ultrasound picture of our next grandlittle was taken just today!  Sweet new life, due to make an appearance on August 22nd, with wedding bells ringing for Bryce and Marquita, on September 21st!

Growing love. 

Love growing us.

Blessings from my doubly blessed nest ~

Tina

Imperfect Progress

Blessings from our Michigan nest!  We're still here . . . snowy . . . cold . . . and adjusting to change.  Not so different from when I abandoned my blog ten months ago.  Yet so much has transpired!  I've hemmed and hawed about returning to writing, as the months have tumbled by.  How to catch up?  Where to start? What to write about?  What to skip?  To back-up . . . or move forward?  A few months ago I read Lysa TerKeurst's book, "Unglued" in which she explains the concept of "imperfect progress".

"Sometimes we girls think that if we don't make instant progress, then real change isn't coming.  But that's not so.  There is a beautiful reality called imperfect progress.  The day I realized the glorious hope of this kind of imperfect change is the day I gave myself permission to believe I could really be different. Imperfect changes are slow steps of progress wrapped in grace . . . imperfect progress."  

This return to my blog will be just one of my many slow step of progress wrapped in grace.  I'm not sure what that return will look like, other than I will stop thinking about writing and just get started.  I think it's a great thought for the beginning of a brand new year.  Time to lay down the regrets-- the things we wish we'd done differently, the things we wish we'd never done at all, the things we ran out of time to do, the things we think we could have done better, it's time for laying it down and moving forward in slow steps of progress wrapped in His grace!

Clean slate.  Hello 2014!

(Lest you think that this adorable and "Pinteresting" mantel is mine. Tis not.

this was taken at a staged "photo-op spot"-- set up at an 

amazing Christmas performance that we attended.)

I think as far as my blog is concerned that I may back up and do a month-by-month re-cap. Does that still count as slow steps of progress?  I guess so, as long as I'm writing and not just wishing I was. Thank you for your patience as I discuss this with myself.  I may also just steal a few highlights from my Facebook and call it good.

Of course I need to share some faces with you, including one much changed face . . . as you can see, newborn Mo is not newborn anymore.

We were blessed to get to be able to road trip to San Antonio for his first birthday.  Sweet boy.

We were also blessed to have all but one (or maybe two) of our birds together in SA for some precious family time.  After which we headed on to South Carolina for some time with Bryce . . .

and someone special!  I am pleased to announce that our nest is growing by one beautiful bird.  I would like to introduce to you, our daughter in-love-to-be, Marquita!  Bryce proposed right here in Michigan just before they arrived for a Christmas visit.  She said, "Yes!"  Wedding bells will ring in September.  I am so happy for the two of them, and stand amazed at the way Jesus brought them together--which deserves its own post . . . on another day.

Aren't they sweet?

So . . . . . here we are.

In brief Christmas letter type form I will try to fill you in on everyone's happenings . . .while trying not to sound braggy, because blech . . . .

-- Our Teddi girl turned nine this week.  How can it be?  Ted is my planner, and I'm pretty sure she thinks God sent her to help organize my life.  And He did.

-- Brogan learned the in's and out's of the riding lawn mower this summer, and made a very dependable  lawn boy!  He is now loving the snow, as is his sister.

-- Bry has transitioned from his busy military lifestyle into my homeschooling partner extraordinaire. It  

   wasn't without hiccups . . . but we've made exceptional imperfect progress.

-- Taylor started a new job in November as the Ministry Assistant to the pastor at Journey Fellowship, our former church. Frankie also started a new job in November, and is now working for Children's Hunger Fund. Moses is walking, and jabbering, and taking over bigger and bigger pieces of my heart.   I have never been so thankful for FaceTime--it makes the miles between us do-able.

--Brady has worked hard at his credit union job along with attending school- and is nearly ready to complete his training at the Recording Conservatory of Austin as a recording engineer.  And Sloanie has been promoted, and promoted again, leading the way at her job with REI.

--Bryce has been busy diamond shopping  working at his job as a Survival Instructor. And Marquita's days as a pharmacist are very full-- working for the VA, as well as teaching at South University's School of Pharmacy in Columbia. 

I must say that I am beyond proud of our big kids (and littles too)-- but nothing compares to the JOY of knowing that each of them loves Jesus, and trusts Him to guide their busy steps. Daily.  There is nothing like it. Nothing.  For those of you struggling to "train up" teenagers (or even independent toddlers), stay the course.  It's tough, I know (and it freaks me out to know that in a few short years I'll be there again with teenagers).  But seriously, there is a reward.  Stay the course.

And with that random offering I will draw this long-time-coming, breaking-of-the-silence post to a close!

I have missed sharing our lives with you!

If I disappear again for a bit it's because I am headed for Florida on Monday, with my sister--to celebrate our birthdays with our mama!  Taylor and Moses will be flying in to meet us. I am a bit more than a LOT excited!  And I get to introduce my Mosie to my mama, a moment I am really looking forward to!

Blessings from my nest~

Tina

Welcome Home!

We've arrived safely in Michigan.  We spent Sunday night in Indianapolis, Indiana, leaving us four hours to drive on Monday. We had been told that everything was white, but even after we crossed into Michigan the ground was as brown as could be.  These photos were taken 17 miles from our new nest--there was no evidence of snow.

We made a quick stop to celebrate . . .

 and then continued on our way.

With seven miles to go and eyes peeled . . .

one moment everything was brown 

and the next moment everything was white!

We turned the corner onto our new road and were greeted

by this precious roadblock at the end of our driveway.

 Two dads, a brother, a sister, a sister-in-love, nieces and nephews--big and little . . .

 "THANKS Uncle Bryan for

30 Faithful Years!"

 In the middle of a Monday afternoon

as the rest of the world went about their business,

on a little road,

on the outskirts of a little town,

a big cheer went up . . .

 and we were home.

 My daddy had my childhood rocker waiting in the living room,

and our families had worked tirelessly getting things ready for us.

As the day went on more loved ones rolled in to welcome us home.  My dad and step-mom live just three miles from our new home so our temporary lodging comes with free hot meals and childcare.  Serious perks!  Our household goods were delivered bright and early Tuesday morning.  My sister stood side-by-side with me last night and unwrapped nine boxes of kitchenware.  A sweet first.

We are adjusting.  The littles have done well, and are loving being surrounded by cousins!  Our four-legger, Aztec (a little Tex-Mex mix) got sick during the trip and we spent this morning meeting a new veterinarian.  Aztec is eleven, so I was quite worried about him, but after much bloodwork, three different injections, some Pepcid AC and some pricey food (to aid in his recovery) it looks like he should be okay.  I am tired, but thankful to have the long road trip behind us.  There is a Texas size hole in my heart, and thoughts of my Mosie bring an easy tear  . . . but my Lord is faithful, and I know He goes before me on this journey.  I will continue to remind myself that change always comes bearing gifts--knowing that if my head is up, I will not miss them!

Thank you to each one of you who has covered our family in prayer over these last couple of weeks.  Thank you for your love and encouragement along the way--it has made such a difference.  Our nest is still in boxes, but it will soon feel like "home"--and of course it is already blessed.

Blessings from my nest ~

Tina

Covered.

It was a long week of goodbyes. Long and emotional.  It just plain hurts to be separated from those who hold your heart.  There is no easy way around it.  I have shed more tears this week then I have in a long, long time--yet through it all the Lord has shown me again and again how He has us all covered under the safety of His wing.  He is very near to each of us as we work our way through these changes.

I am so thankful that during the craziness of our pack-out the Lord generously gave us time to spend with our family and friends.  Sweet times of just simply being together . . . laughing, talking, playing, crying, baby snuggling.  Time is a gift, and the older I get the less I take it for granted.

We said the last of our goodbyes this morning, and my heart ached.  It's one thing to watch your birds spread their wings and fly the nest--it's what we prepare them for.  It's another thing to hug the necks of those same birds and then be the one to "fly away".  It's backwards.  It's not the way it's written in my "how to be a good mama" book.

We were two hours down the road when Bry got a phone call from Taylor. "Side of the interstate. Shredded tire.  Driver's side."  Thankfully she wasn't alone.  Thankfully when the tire shredded, Frankie, who was driving, was able to get them safely to the side of the crazy, busy road.  Thankfully, the Lord would have Frankie's sister, Kathy, and her boyfriend, AJ, in the vicinity--even though neither of them live near to where this happened-- and AJ came and helped Frankie get the tire changed.  As the incident played out we texted, and we prayed, and we prayed some more . . . and as I struggled with the helpless feeling of being too far away to do anything, the Lord proved to me that He had them safely covered.

Later in the day, Taye would find herself trying to take care of a problem with her credit union, in San Antonio.  A problem that wasn't really her fault, but one that could stand to cost them a decent chunk of money if not resolved.  Brady happens to be happily employed by this credit union and works for their call center, in Austin.  Little brother counseled big sis (by text) as to how she should go about fixing the issue, and then told her to go ahead and call the call center in Austin (they handle the calls for all of the branches).  There were seven people manning the phones at the call center.  Guess who got the call put in by his big sister?  Yes.  Little brother.  The same little brother who is doing an amazing job at his place of employment was able to resolve his sister's issue.  And again, the Lord showed me that He is the Master when it comes to the details that concern us.  He had this covered.

As we pulled of the road for dinner tonight in small town Texas, we decided on Whataburg*r (Well . . . I decided, because I was the hungriest).  We walked into a strangely calm atmosphere, in fact we were the only ones in the restaurant--unheard of in the busy San Antonio establishments we are used to.  The only sound that met my ears as we stepped inside was a familiar Christian music tune.  Really Lord?  I've never been in one of these restaurants that played Christian music--or in one that was quiet enough to even hear the music-- but this one certainly was, and it was just for us. He was again sweetly reminding us that we were covered. As the kids finished dinner Bryan made our hotel reservation for the night.  We would drive a couple of more hours, make it across the Texas border, and sleep in Hope, Arkansas.

Fast forward. We exit for our night's lodging.  The sign that greets us: Best West*ern, Hope--and below that, "Pray for our nation."  I like it.  I also like the oversized pair of floral wreathes decorating the hotel entrance--grapevine underneath, draped to overflowing with dainty and delicate wildflowers, in all of my favorite colors.  They sing spring. It's like they were hung just for me to enjoy--and so I do. As Bry goes in to register at the front desk, I sit and stare from my van seat . . . and for a moment, the heaviness of the day fades away into the eye catching delight upon doors.

We enter our hotel room and  my attention is immediately drawn to an open Bible placed on the desk top--not in the drawer, not closed on the bedside table, but open.  Open, and placed so that as I turn the desk lamp on, it illuminates His word!  And my Heavenly Father's final touch of the day?  A half sheet of paper, carefully placed atop the comforter on the first bed inside the door, that reads:

To Our Guests

In ancient times there was a prayer for

"The Stranger Within Our Gates"

Because this hotel is a human institution to serve people and

not solely a money making organization, we hope that God will 

grant you peace and rest while you are under our roof.  May this 

hotel be your "second home".  May those you love be near you in 

thoughts and dreams.  Even though we may not get to know you 

personally, we hope that you will be comfortable and happy

as if you were in your own house.

May the business that brought you our way prosper.  May

every call you make and every message you receive add to your joy.

When you leave may your journey be safe.

We are all travelers.  From "birth 'til death" we travel

between the eternities.  May those days be pleasant for you,

profitable for society, helpful for those you meet, and a joy to those

who know and love you best.

Sincerely,

Management and staff

Best Western Inn of Hope

Wow.  

Just wow.  

They truly are an "inn of hope".  

On a weary day, to this weary traveler who feels as though she is missing pieces of her heart-- A prayer . . . "we hope that God will grant you peace and rest while you are under our roof . . . May those you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. . . May every call you make and every message you receive add to your joy . . . "

Friends,  don't ever doubt that God isn't concerned with the details of your life.  Be still and listen.  Be still and look around you.  If you have trouble doing those two things, perhaps put yourself on a nine hour road trip through Texas . . . or through anywhere.  Okay, I know that isn't realistic, but my point is take the time.  Make the time to look up.  Make the time to find the silver lining of your hurt, or your chaos, or your loneliness. And, as my very-wise-at-all-of-twenty-two-years-of-age daughter-in-love reminded me in a text today, "Remember to enjoy the journey."

Oh Lord, let me not get so caught up in the "getting there" that I forget to enjoy the "right here".  Thank you that when the cloud of "change" shades my view, You bring the silver lining of comfort--reminding me that you know, and you care.  Thank you for creatively using people and places, and even wreaths on doors to minister to my soul.  Thank you for reminding me today that "Change always comes bearing gifts." You are faithful.

Blessings from my nest ~

Tina

Change. It's Here.

My last post (nearly a month ago) was titled, "Change. Here It Comes." Much has transpired since then. Bry's retirement ceremony was beautiful (and the post sits in my draft folder waiting to be finished).  We were blessed to have all of our birds in the nest for three glorious days, and we were surrounded by much love from family and friends. As soon as the festivities were over with, Bry made a trip to Michigan to deliver his truck and our camper, to our new home. He spent a few days working on the house there--with amazing help from our families, and then he flew back on Valentine's Day.  That weekend we made a trip to Austin to celebrate our Brady boy's 21st birthday (another post waiting to happen), we had a wonderful time celebrating with Brady and Sloane! The rest of the days since then have been spent preparing for the move, cleaning out . . . sorting . . . organizing, to get everything ready for the packers.  

And now change is here--in full force.  Tears come easy, but that's okay.  Last night we spent our final night in our great-big-blessing-of-the-house-on-the-hill, we are now in temporary quarters until Saturday morning.  I have been soaking in the view of the flightline and planes-- and beyond that, the view of the San Antonio skyline.  I will miss crawling into my bed at night, after gazing out our bedroom window at the city lights.  As much as I look forward to our new view of woods and wildlife, I know I will miss this time.  Life is bitter sweet right now. Big change.

As the moving truck pulled up yesterday morning, my tummy turned and my heart kind of cringed.  I wasn't ready.  Physically or emotionally.  I just wasn't. A few minutes later, the littles shouted from the breakfast table--"Look at the door"!  I turned, to see a pair of swallows sitting on the tiny ledge of our screen door, looking in. Two perfect little silhouettes framed in my doorway.   No way.  We have one small sapling in our yard--our housing area which is all new, used to be a military obstacle course.  No trees.  We typically see black birds, mocking birds and hawks, never swallows.  Never swallows like my pair of swallows who built their precious nest at our old house, on the other side of town--and raised several broods on my front porch.

Never. Until yesterday, when a pair showed up (during a major windstorm) and decided to take a peek in my front door. I haven't shared this yet, but when we went with the realtor to look at our Michigan house, I stepped out the sliding glass door (of the walk-out basement)-- and looked up as something caught my eye. A nest--built under the protection of the deck that comes out from the top story.  And I knew. I knew that even though this was the only house we had looked at, this was the one. 

So yesterday, as my tummy cringed at change, the Lord took the time to send a pair of swallows to my door--He is never too busy to show us that He knows our hearts.  It was just seconds, really--but He made sure we saw those little birds.  Two tiny pair of wings, two long and delicate tails--come to announce, "He knows.  He knows that your heart is aching at the thought of leaving your babies, your friends, your church family, your military way of life.  He knows that it's hard. That it's bittersweet. He knows, and He cares."  

 (I managed to catch one of our winged messengers, 
when it came back for a second look!)

Thus begins a new journey, to a new nest, a different nest.  A nest that will be away from our babies, but near to our families.  Near to those who have waited so long for us to come home, and are waiting to welcome us with open arms.  And like the swallows, who perhaps were on a new journey of their own, He will care for us.  He will see us gently to our new nest.  He will be there as we make it "home"--as we make it ours.  He will be there when it doesn't feel like "home" yet, to remind me that it will.  He will be there when my heart aches.  He will be there when spring comes in full force, and all is new . . . and I am fully trusting Him to bless our nest. 

Please pray for those we leave behind . . . 

for our Newlys, Brady and Sloanie in Austin.  They amaze me everyday as they excel in their new jobs, and blossom and grow as husband and wife.

For Taye and Frankie and Mo, who have pretty much been a part of our daily lives for the past two years. Okay, Mosie for only three months, but in "Birdie years" that's a very, very long time. Pray for them as their apartment lease nears its end and they look for a little bigger nest.  God has a plan.

And please pray for my sweet friendy, Terry, who I have stood beside since the Lord brought us together almost two years ago.  She continues her battle against the cancer that we so despise, and the battle has grown long.  She is weary.  Pray that the Lord would be her absolute strength, and that as the dimensions of our relationship change, the bond of our friendship will hold firm-- and will see her through this fight.

Pray for us this week as we finish the pack-out process. Everything is now contained, and the guys will load the truck tomorrow.  I am thankful for for the two female movie company employees who just spent two days packing up our entire household-- including the garage.  They rocked the boxes! Go girls!  I am also thankful for my friend, Melissa, who showed up in the midst of the mess, bearing chocolate--that's a sweet friend.  And for our neighbor Ann, who unannounced, came to our door with dinner on the first day of packing-- a huge pan of rigatoni, garlic bread, a salad, and the most delicious homemade pineapple cake, ever.  And for Taylor and Frankie who hosted the littles and our four-legger  last night. And for my sister-in-loves, Dawn and Jan, who have worked tirelessly finishing a couple of big projects for us at the new house. As well as all of the work my daddy did along side Bry.  Kind hearts of service blessing us big.

 In the meantime my own "little family" is all packed up--and I am carrying each one in my heart. They will be the first thing to get unpacked.  First.

And when the going gets tough, 

and things begin to feel a little too serious . . .

I will do my best to remember two things--

  "change comes bearing gifts" . . .

 . . . . and Mosie and his mama already
have an airplane ticket to visit in May.

We can do this!

Blessings from my nest on the move ~

Tina

Change. Here it Comes.

As I begin typing I am not sure where I will head with this post.  I have uploaded the pictures and we will see where they take us.  This is a big week in our household, a big week for our family--each of us.  This week Bryan will officially retire from the Air Force after 30 years of service.  Change.

Bryan entered Basic Military Training here in San Antonio in the spring of 1983-- on the very same base where we have lived for the past 22 month.  Full circle.  Here where they will read his official retirement orders, come Friday.  I remember crying the day he called me from Texas to tell me he had enlisted for six years instead of four.  I also remember the exact spot I stood as I took that phone call in my grandma's Michigan kitchen.  Tears.  How would I ever survive six years away from my family?

Bryan completed a year of tech school, and then flew home to Michigan on military leave.  On May 4, 1984  we were married, and I became a military spouse.  For better or worse . . . for near or far . . .  for home or deployed . . . for renting or buying . . . for packing and moving . . . and packing and moving . . . and packing and moving . . . for change.  

Always change.  

So why is it that nearly 29 years since our day of "I do's" that I find myself wrestling with this change? Shouldn't I be a master at it by now?  After all, there are many, many years of experience under my belt.

We've lived in 15 different homes, and been stationed at eight different bases (and then repeated several).  From a very humble beginning in a single-wide trailer in Mountain Home, Idaho. . . 

to the big beautiful blessing of a base house that we were assigned for our final Texas hurrah.  

We've lived in small town Georgia and we've lived next to the seawall in Okinawa, Japan.  We've enjoyed the winding country roads, and we've been awed by the power and splendor of the East China Sea.  We've driven on the right and we've driven on the left.  We've greeted some neighbor's with "konnichiwa", and others with a long drawn out "hey"--or better yet just a sweet southern wave.  We've become familiar with "y'all" and "all y'all", and fallen in love with the San Antonio skyline (but not the traffic). We've lived near the mountains and we've lived near the beaches.  We've had great neighbors and we've had neighbors that have caused us to try harder.  Our kids have gone to big schools and small schools and been schooled at home.  We've attended many different churches, and have built relationships that are priceless to us. We've lived through years of teary good byes and nervous new hellos.  

Each and every one of these experiences has grown and shaped us--sometimes it was easy, sometimes it felt like the hardest thing we'd ever done--and maybe it was.

Change.

We've come a long way.  From one baby boy in Idaho . . . to a toddler boy and a baby sister in Okinawa.  . . . grown into a Kindergartner and a preschooler in Florida, who are now joined by another baby boy.  Years pass.  

Texas becomes home, and along comes another baby brother.  The first three are now bigs, and then God takes our hearts to China, and our almond eyed treasure makes five.

Beautiful change.

Life moves forward, and the Lord adds a son-in-love,

and then a dear daughter-in-love to our family.

Gifts of change.

And then . . .  oh then, comes the gift-doubled.  Offspring of my own offspring.  The sweetest of blessings, and in an instant with the sound of that first cry, life becomes richer than I could have imagined.  

And I realize that it is change that has brought this wealth, this over abundance of love in my heart.  Overflowing.  For my girl, now a mama, for this new little love-- and for little loves-to-come.

And we are bigger and we are better, and we are crazier then before because change has added to us.     

Yet change also moves us on . . .

Friday morning we will watch proudly as Chief Master Sergeant Bryan Winder becomes Chief Master Sergeant (Retired) Bryan Winder.  Thirty years of service will bear a new title.  Change.

I haven't talked about it much, because sometimes change is hard for those who have to go through this upheaval with us--but here we are, the time has come, and soon.  Soon our backyard view will go from this

to this. . .

and our address will change from San Antonio, Texas to Adrian, Michigan.  We are going back to the one thing that has been a "constant" through the change, we are going home.  Home to parents, and siblings and cousins.  Home to the area where we grew up, and met, and fell in love .  . . 

Funny thing,  the dream has always been to finish and go home.  Had we retired at the usual 20 years we would most likely have returned with our older kids in tow.  Those extra ten years brought lots of, you guessed it . . . change.  Bryce enlisted in the Air Force. Taylor fell in love with a Texas boy.  Brady went off to Spokane, met his wife, got married, and . . .  returned.  

My dream of going "home" never included the part where I leave my big kids behind.  It didn't include the part where I have to watch baby Mo grow through Skype.  It just didn't.  

So I struggle . . . and one minute I'm excited about our new (to us) home in Michigan, with acres to roam and trees to be climbed.  (It's a home with a God story all of its own.)  I'm excited about being near loved ones because it has been way too long. I'm excited about four seasons, and my littles experiencing a crisp Michigan fall for the very first time. And in all of it I know that this is the Lord's plan for us for now. But then . . . . I think of Taylor and Brady . . . and Frankie . . .  and Sloanie . . . . and sweet baby Moses . . . and all those here in Texas who we love . . . and I crumble inside.  

Heart hurting change.

It is then that the Lord speaks one word to me--

Embrace.

He reminds me ever patiently to hold tightly to Him.  

He whispers to my heart, "Embrace the change."

Embrace:  (m-brs) n. eager acceptance

So I ponder this eager acceptance of change, and I wrestle with the embracing of it all.  The Lord then gently reminds me of the good that has come because of change.  The growth that has come as I've adapted to new places.  The strength that has come as I have counted the days through a 365 day remote tour for my husband, parenting solo.  The adaptability of my bigs who have endured change upon change, it has made them who they are-- accepting of others, adventurous, and strong. I have watched as one by one, they have left the nest, a change that rocks a mama's heart--but the rewards of seeing them fly are indescribable.  Change that affirms.  Long ago I watched the Lord change my husband's "two kids is enough" heart-- a nest-filling change.  I have watched an orphaned child leave her three year old world behind. Everything she knew. Yet our girl embraced it, and she embraced us, and she never let go. Unimaginable change brought a gift to us all.  And over the many, many years I have watched proudly as the Lord has promoted my husband. Blessed change. Each promotion bringing with it greater responsibility and higher expectations, and in time the opportunity for another promotion . . . until it has taken him as far as he could go.

Which brings me right back around to where we are today . . .

 with our active duty time drawing to a close, 

and a new journey waiting to begin.

Big, big change.

I did a little search prior to writing this post, and I ran across this quote:

"Change always comes bearing gifts." -- Price Pritchett

Always?  Yes, I think the answer is "yes".  And so I look at change now with old eyes, but new ideas.  If I didn't believe it before this tale unfolded; this idea that change is good, I believe it now.  Change always comes bearing gifts.

Lord, 

I thank you for this journey.

It has been one of great change--

and  has indeed come bearing gifts.  

I praise you for the journey to come. 

 By Your grace I will embrace it--

as I wait eagerly to receive its gifts!

Waiting faithfully on the change.

Blessings from my nest ~

Tina