A post-it, precariously leaning off the entry table, that reads “You are wonderful!” in Adam’s signature scrawl. Coffee made fresh and early for me, with another Post-It, reminding me to
A post-it, precariously leaning off the entry table, that reads “You are wonderful!” in Adam’s signature scrawl. Coffee made fresh and early for me, with another Post-It, reminding me to
We went to Santa Barbara this weekend for a getaway, and my husband spoiled me with a new top. My hair is curly but actually controlled, I’m wearing earrings and
So, Adam and I are in the beginning stages of beginning a beginner’s group of married folk at our church. (Because we’re beginners, too, you know. January 2009! Holla!) I
Jake and Vienna are out of control. In case you’re not a girl between the ages of 18 and 40, or were purposefully excluding yourself from TeeVee shenanigans last year,
SCENE: Bedroom of Marital Bliss. Hubs is trying to find a satisfactory t-shirt. Hubs: (non-chalantly wads up an unsatisfactory t-shirt and stuffs it back in the drawer, then notices my
I write about weddings a lot – partly because we’re at the age of perpetual Bunny Season, so weddings are kindof a way of life these days – but also
…I giggled with my girls. ….we hugged our family. …we danced for joy. …we posed for more pictures than I ever thought possible. …we relished incredible community. …we embarked on
We’re in Texas. And, following a healthy obsession with holiday themes that started in young childhood, I’ve been thinking a lot about thankfulness, what I’m thankful for, and what I
Adam loves Risk. He loves spreadsheets and rules and setting things up Just So. He loves backpacks with billions of pockets for organizational purposes and fiddling with gear of any
He’s such a stud. Amy and I stood there and squealed whilst he and Scott wrangled it ala Steve Erwin, minus the “getting stung” part. It was very exciting and