This looks like so much fun! A great way to spread smiles and kindness! I found the below post/information when I was looking at related Facebook pages for The Kindness Rocks Project via Michaels announcing:
There are a million ways to be kind, help us paint them all!
We’ve joined forces with The Kindness Rocks Project to kick off the 1 Million Kindness Rocks Challenge! (posted August 9th on Michaels Facebook page)
I’m going to share some here in Ontario! Where will you be “hiding’ your rocks?
Ecologically speaking, driftwood is an essential component of beach ecosystems. From the skeleton of an entire tree to a piece of driftwood the size of a pebble, each piece of driftwood provides a benefit to the beach ecosystem.
Driftwood provides stability to the sandy beach environment. With winds and waves, beaches are constantly shifting and experiencing natural disturbance. Like the edges you build around a garden, driftwood helps hold the sand in place and allows plants to take root.
Brace yourself… I haven’t watched this past season yet.
Yeah, I know. But I really wanted to just binge watch them and I HAVE to watch them with my daughter. I’m so excited to meet Bill. And just as we’re about to settle down to meet her I hear about our next Doctor.
While I always hate to see the current Doctor’s regeneration I do love getting to know the next Doctor.
Eeeeek I’m so excited! How long do I have to wait to meet the new Doctor???
This is when I feel myself expand, just a little, into the space she’s left behind. There are hours now when I am finally able to twirl in a circle of my own without scraping motherhood’s walls. – Lisa Sadikman
Wow. That moment when you read the words; the ones that match your feelings but you didn’t quite know you wanted to say them? Does that make sense? Regardless, this is a wonderful post about the time before you blink and she’s in university.
“Tuck me in momma,” she insists sweetly, her blue eyes big behind her glasses, her long, caramel-colored hair tied back for bed. I’m standing against her doorway more out than in. Her bedside table is littered with gum wrappers and tangled hot pink headphones, Catcher in the Rye, its pages curling. The bed is unmade and her finished homework spills out of her unzipped backpack.
“Pleeeese?” she says dramatically as she reaches for her phone, the glowing screen a constant calling. I watch her check her texts or maybe it’s Snapchat. For me, it’s her girlish plea that beckons and tugs at my heart. It’s past her bedtime and inching closer to mine. With the younger two asleep, My Time is just within reach: the book I’ve been meaning to start, that cherry enzyme facial mask I want to try out. If I go upstairs now, I might even…