There is a woman named Susanna, that I often think about.

I have never met her because she died in 1742.

Oh, but her life has been one of the greatest role models to me in my own life and motherhood.

When I was in fifth grade, I had a math teacher named Mrs. Phillips.

She was strict, and she did not seem to care for me that much.

Probably because I talked a little too much in her class.

Math was my least favorite subject, so I used every distraction possible to get through the boring hour of that class.

However, Mrs. Phillips wrote something on my math test one day that I have never forgotten.

Her words are seared into my heart and my mind.

Good morning, sweet friends!

Goodness, it is so wonderful to write to you.

Life has been very full lately! In the best way.

My sweet husband had elbow surgery yesterday, and he will be a little out of commission for a bit.

So, naturally, like any other Christmas-loving girl, I had him put up our Christmas tree before his surgery. :)

Yes, it is a little tiny bit early.

But, honestly, is it ever too early?

Asking for a friend.