In deciding when to get married, Andrew and I knew we were looking at September. He gave me a window of two weeks to choose from that were going to be between hunting seasons, to avoid any future conflicts. Andrew loves hunting and he loves me more, but if he didn’t have to miss out,… Continue reading My birthday(s)
I’m up at 4 in the morning again. It’s crazy how often this happens to me, seriously. I’m going to be dead tired tomorrow. But to pass the time, I’ll share some of my reflections with you. I want to talk about Thea. I don’t talk enough about her aside from the difficulties of learning… Continue reading My little caregiver
I feel this morning that I want to write about some very special things to my heart. Its not often that I wake up with a very clear picture of what to blog about. Andrew and I want to have a big family. 10 kids to put a number to it. I like to say… Continue reading How many children do we want to have?
My husband. He’s like the star of this blog, really. And for good reason. If I could just write all the things he has taught me since I’ve known him. But tonight, we’re just going to talk about how A: he’s a horse whisperer and B: he’s a baby whisperer. For the last week, Thea… Continue reading He really does have a way with the beasts
Maybe I should have already known this. But I didn’t. But not all bobby pins are the same. I thought they were. I mean, just look at them. Who would have thought that different brands of bobby pins had different engineering? Bobby pins just didn’t seem complex enough to have multiple ways to engineer one.… Continue reading Not all bobby pins are created equal
Being on this work and labor kick, I’m all gungho about moving passed the wishing stage into the doing stage. And one of those wishes I’ve always had was to know how to do my hair. My hairstyling skills are summed up as follows: straighten, ponytail, poor attempts at curling which always fall out anyway.… Continue reading Hair…bleh: moving passed the let’s shave it stage
So I have a dream. On my way down to St. George years ago, my best friend and I were talking about what we wanted our futures to be like. One part of the conversation focused on culture, and I’ve never forgotten what I decided that day. She was talking about the culture her parents… Continue reading Dreams can be and are supposed to be reality