Right off the bat, I'll let you know that this a casual 'this is what's been going on in our neck of the woods' kind of post and not some super duper dramatic thing. I struggle with writing these posts because every time I start them they just feels so serious and ugh, just no. I can't stand that. I'm trying to find a to be a more open blogger and express my thoughts and feelings more with you guys but I struggle with that. So much. I just haven't found that sharing boundary line--you know sharing enough but not too much kind of boundary. I'm just telling it to you like it is and I hope that you appreciate my honesty and straightforwardness.
Where did fall go? I feel like it was just here and now tomorrow is December 1st and the Christmas season is already in full swing. I have missed you guys so much! It's completely inexcusable how long I've been absent and I can't wait to catch up! So much has happened in the last few months and I can't wait to get you all caught up on what's been going on in my life. And I'm ready
Fall is my favorite. And, I don't care what any of you may believe, I love fall more than anyone anywhere! Don't misunderstand--I'm so glad I'm surrounded by others who love fall like myself--it's just never going to be as much as me. My birthday lands on the first day of fall and its like the official fall kick-off party. The respite from the hellacious temperatures, the annual Monarch Butterfly migration that swirled though my
The end of summer is finally are upon us. There were many house renovations and projects and a whole bucket list of summer activities--only half of which were accomplished. I always begin looking
About three summers ago Sam and I started making summer bucket lists and it is one of the best things we ever started doing--besides making a yearly family goal list. It's a practice that has begun to define our summers! If you've never made a summer bucket list I highly encourage you to do so.
I remember every summer my mom letting me pick a big fat "big kid" book from our local library and reading it to me every afternoon until we finished it. Those are some of my best childhood memories. Even my brother--who didn't really enjoy being read to--wanted to sit and listen sometimes.