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.

Rise and Shine, precious friend!

Well, here we are.

Friday has arrived!!! Happy dance, happy dance!

I love Fridays!

My mom said I was born on a Friday, so of course, this makes sense. Ha!

You know I love to tell stories.

Just ask my kids. :)

They say I have a “story” about everything.