Category Archives: Personal
I love all your sides. Your playful side – when you’re sticking your finger in my mouth when I yawn. Your serious side and that little v that forms where your eyebrows end. Your heroic side when you squish spiders for me. And your chivilrous side when you open my doors. I love your angry side… 
I’ve taken baby steps. And leaps. I’ve made mistakes– Some small. Some…not so small. I’ve triumphed. Succeeded. Dreamed. Laughed. Cried. Cried a lot. Smiled. Made memories. And above all — the things that stand out when I look back on my journey are the friends I’ve made along the way. 
The bags are packed. The car seat is in the car. And I’m moving with all the grace of a walrus. And Lately? Well, nesting is in full swing at our house and Rusty’s become quite acquainted with the attic ladder as we’re packing up junk we don’t need, getting things ready and de-cluttering the… Saturday was our five-year anniversary. So Sunday night, Rusty came in from the barn in his muddy clothes, his cowboy hat and torn jeans looking incredibly “cowboy-romance novel dreamy” like, and with a smile said, “let’s go out to eat for our anniversary,” since we didn’t get to go Saturday night. He showered and I… 
Dear Wil: My hope is that someday, you’ll find these in a box somewhere in the house. The kind of box that houses precious memories. Nick-knacks and other things you’ll roll your eyes at for me keeping. But I hope you find these to be special. Because to me– they’re a reflection of one of… |
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