it’s time

Today is feeling a bit strange. Let’s see if I can find the words.

You see, today is the first time in fourteen and a half years that I will not be able to say “Creative Memories Consultant” when someone asks what I do. It’s almost the same feeling I had when I realized my nest was empty and wondered who I was.

I already miss my customers-turned-friends, who gathered every month at my house… filling it with laughter, joy and a little pocket change. I miss the stories of how meaningful and precious the combination of photos and stories in a scrapbook have been to someone. I miss the blessing of helping them create something that you can’t put a price tag on. I miss hearing about their  lives.

But it’s a new day, a new season. 

It’s time.

It’s time to sit with Dad and not be thinking of my to-do list.

It’s time to learn to be still.

It’s time to put on my Super-Nana cape.

It’s time to do a little playing.

Soon we will have so much fun when a certain little boy visits, bringing with him a whole new world to us. A world of all things boy… testosterone, wild-at-heart adventures, mud, and superheroes.

I’m ready. As our friend Steve would say… “Game On”

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. ~ Annie Dillard

(this post feels naked without photos!)

3 thoughts on “it’s time

  1. I will pray for a joy-filled journey for you…I found tho it is different, it is still good and God goes before us with many new joys ahead.


  2. no need to use a thousand words to
    just let you know that “i’m tracking with you!”

    praying for unexpected “showers of blessings”



  3. It’s a new season for you Ruthi, I’m excited for you and what the future brings. Memories to look back on, to make now and new memories to look forward to. I pray God will bless you really good.



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