It is Love . . .

Maybe I've just been needing something to push me into a blog post.

Once you let things go for a while the inertia takes over and the avoidance behavior is easy.

I've been going to a class with Ann Lewis in Orem on family history and it has given new life to my journaling. It is spilling over into my blogging.

I think Garlick On Toast is about to be resurrected in a new form. Stayed tuned.



On Wednesday Barry and I received this card in the mail.

Tucked inside was this --

It was just a little envelope, just a little stamp, just a little card, just a little picture of three little boys, just a little effort. Just a lot of love.

Hmmmm. I think I need Valentine's Day more often. Or maybe just a little more effort.