a dash of love.always

In a world where we are all connected, wouldn't it be nice if everything we do, give or receive had an extra dash of love in it? As a busy mom, there is never an end to the things that need to get done, either for the family, for the home, for myself or for life in general. But, my aha moment came when I realised that if I did everything with an extra dash of love, it almost always turned out better. Yes, even that load of laundry! Join me in my journey to learn, love, share, inspire and create. Take a little time for yourself to enjoy an extra dash of love.

From me to you. Love.
lifetoheryears: 231. Ask about her hopes and dreams. Write down her answers so you can help her remember them throughout her life. (photo: narinuk)

lifetoheryears:

231. Ask about her hopes and dreams. Write down her answers so you can help her remember them throughout her life.

(photo: narinuk)

lifetoheryears: 222. There’s no place like home. Make sure this statement is true for her.

lifetoheryears:

222. There’s no place like home. Make sure this statement is true for her.

lifetoheryears: “Daughters are like flowers, they fill the world with beauty, and sometimes attract pests.”  - Author Unknown

lifetoheryears:

“Daughters are like flowers, they fill the world with beauty, and sometimes attract pests.”

 - Author Unknown

lifetoheryears: 1. Love her mom. Treat her mother with respect, honor, and a big heaping spoonful of public displays of affection. When she grows up, the odds are good she’ll fall in love with and marry someone who treats her much like you treated her mother. Good or bad, that’s just the way it is. I’d prefer good.

lifetoheryears:

1. Love her mom. Treat her mother with respect, honor, and a big heaping spoonful of public displays of affection. When she grows up, the odds are good she’ll fall in love with and marry someone who treats her much like you treated her mother. Good or bad, that’s just the way it is. I’d prefer good.

with love.

with love.

chocolate biscotti.with love

chocolate biscotti.with love