And so no matter how tired or sore my feet were, it was time to pull out the artificial tree. With Thanksgiving behind us, it was time to focus on the next exciting event filled with anticipation for my little munchkins – Christmas. But, alas, it was a new day and my three woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. To be honest, after a pleasant Thanksgiving and an all-nighter of Black Friday shopping, when the morning rolled around, I felt like I’d been chewed up and spit out. Clean what they got out during nap, only for the repeat button to seem to be stuck time and time again. We have three kids, so you know how that goes! Clean before they get up in the morning then they drag out all of their toys. We hosted our small families the day before, and while the food was delicious and the company even better, it still entailed planning and lots of cleaning. That girl, my sweet Lyndi, is the epitome of the phrase all bottled up into one person. But when that girl loves, she loves hard and with passion. She squeaks like a mouse when she gets excited, but to many people she’s the shyest of my bunch. And I feel fortunate because one of the purest of hearts lives under my roof in a room adorned with yellow decor and gray chevron patterns. When I meet someone who’s heart is pure, you have to let them know that you just love their heart. So much so that those who work with me from across the country with varying dialects tend to know me by my catch phrase, “Love your heart.” I can’t quite put a finger on it as to when it happened, but I’ve become a heart lover too. And over the years, my blessings have evolved into loving. When a tragedy hits or an extra prayer is warranted. No, for me… I tend to heart bless when people really need it. Or that girl in church who doesn’t realize that she definitely doesn’t need to quit her day job and take up singing. Like when someone put on a poorly matched outfit and blessed the town with their presence. Others like to use the phrase when they are really being facetious. Unlike some of my fellow Southerners, I truly mean it when I say it. I tend to be a heart blesser, maybe the best one in town if you ask me. While many of our phrases come from quite literal experiences, most times there just isn’t any better way to get a point across. That one always gets people but let’s be honest, it makes a point! And ain’t no one wanting to be so crazy busy that they are running around like a chicken with their head cut off… especially this vegetarian! Like if we get really mad, we may just inform you that we’ll knock you into the middle of next week looking both ways for Sunday! Or if you ask how we are doing, we may leave you grossed out, explaining that we are hanging in there like a hair in a biscuit. For those who aren’t from here, some of our expressions may leave you puzzled. There’s a saying here in the South, and like many, it definitely has hidden meaning.
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