– do multiple loads of laundry. sometimes you realize it’s been far too long. – make tuna curry and eat it over rice. my go-to quick meal happens to be a favorite as well. that’s a win. – scrub a shower floor. do you know how many feet stand on it? actually, don’t think about… Continue reading on a quiet friday night i may –
sometimes it hits me — i’m getting married in 56 days. wow. it became real when my dress arrived and i couldn’t stop putting it on. no, you don’t get any pictures of that. it became real when i walked into the house to see these: it’s never too early to start prep for your… Continue reading only 56 more days
everything about this little one is perfect.
folks, the good news is that you’re not the only one impressed by my face. i even amaze myself.
it’s a tea and chocolates sort of night. it’s a sit in a sweater and slippers and read sort of night. it’s a fall asleep very early sort of night. it’s the kind of night i like so very much.
yesterday morning, as we sat in our circle to start our week with prayer and planning, i told the three over me when my final day will be as an Office Girl working in this office. it became final and real to me as i spoke the words, looked at a calendar, and let how… Continue reading recently
yes, dear world of readers, it’s been decided. and since i know you’ve all been wondering i thought i would quickly tell you a bit of delightful information. in 82 days i’ll be living a magical dream. that’s right, on october 15, 2011 i’ll be married. a mrs. forever living life beside another. and i… Continue reading i’m gettin’ married
last night’s meltdown? i know you’re all wondering what it was about. the whole time i told myself i was being completely silly — who gets so upset simply because they have not yet found a reception venue? apparently i do. two weeks of looking and i felt defeated. so i called crying. the words… Continue reading i got my answer
i dialed his number with red puffy eyes and a slight “hiccupy” rhythm to my breathing. that’s right, my future husband received a phone call this early evening that started with, “i’m a mess.” i wasn’t a pretty picture — trying to get those three words out in a rather high and squeaky voice with… Continue reading welcome to reality