This weekend I took a new approach to my attitude, a new strategy. I decided that the change starts with me, and that it was about time it began. I welcomed Holland into my heart with songs and joy. I opened my windows and doors, and let the Dutch air fill my home.
My dad has a serious green thumb. He can basically make anything grow. I have always loved the garden of flowers he has provided in our home over the years, and I figured that was exactly what my home was needing. I went to the store and was a little too giddy as I picked out a wonderful selection of tulips. Holland is covered with tulips, and Holland is where I must be.
I put Jude Man on a blanket and let him enjoy the fresh air. He seemed to really be enjoying himself, he even told me he wanted a pair of those wooden shoes. (Sorry, once again I was unable to switch the picture)
I was very happy with my finished product, I think Holland would be proud.
While Erik was taking a nap on Saturday afternoon, I decided to go for a drive with Jude Man and somehow we ended up at Fountain Hills.
Him and I sat on a blanket for a while and he slept while I read a book. It was extremely peaceful and it was hard for me to believe I was ever unhappy with my Holland. An old couple came by and gave me about half a loaf of bread, and I fed the ducks and pretended Jude Man was laughing at me.
I promise he had a lot more fun than what this picture lets on, he is just a man of many faces.
Things are still hard, nothing is perfect. But with the help of Erik and the Jude Man I am getting better, and falling in love with this face: