The Drops Add up

When I started this blog... just a little over four years ago... I called it "Glass Half Full" because that's how I naturally tried to see things, all the time. I was born with the madness and despite the best efforts of a couple of teachers, some mean kids, a few boyfriends, a college roommate or two, and hard hits from life in general as I became a real grown-up, the tendency has stuck to me like the dimple in my cheek. I like the dimple. Some genetic mishap from my dad's side caused a point in the fleshy part of my face to stay put when I smile, or when I grimace, rendering me quite harmless looking. And I like being positive about things, looking for the bright side, making the best of things.
Yes, I've had my share of eye rolls in my direction, but the glass half full thing comes in handy when my volleyball team needs a boost instead of a downer, when my teens think it's the end of the world and I have to convince them it's not, when unexpected turns bend our road of life and my husband needs reassurance to offset his perfectionism, when the world around me is collapsing, bringing me down with it. I have a tendency to fight it. Fight it hard.
So, in reflecting on this blog and past entries, and knowing I needed to catch the time to update and post after a very busy few months, I offer you a few glimpses of moments that fill my cup. Half Full, of course.

Great Grandma & Grandpa Jensen's 75th Wedding AnniversaryVisiting Great Grandma & Grandpa AngleseyMe & My SiblingsWe Can't Seem to Shake Mom

And these are just a few drops. Half Full, indeed.