Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
It feels like February today. Today is President’s Day, a fact that I’d forgotten until Adam came home for lunch bearing a mini rose plant for me, declaring it his
Adam turned 27 yesterday. Unfortunately, I missed the boat and didn’t write an “I love my husband” post for the occasion, so I thought I’d try it today, with a
I have an old friend, as most of us do. She and I are a few months apart in age, and our parents were friends long before we came on
I beat my husband at Chess last night. This may be the first and only time that this ever happens… but I am reveling in it while I can. EDIT
So I know I’m a bit of a broken record. I’ve probably lost half my readership, because all I do anymore is talk about how in love I am with
I love the rain. It makes me feel inspired and grateful and snuggly. I want to run through it, splash in it, stay out of it, wear thick socks, watch
“Quit thinking about it,” Adam said, “And just write.” He’s sent me brainstorming tips, bothered me when I’m browsing facebook, and insisted that I’m genius, creative, totally capable of being
For waking up next to the love of my life EVERY DAY. It’s like Christmas every morning! For pictures on Facebook For good, fresh-ground coffee every morning, made by my
L-R: Donna, Kirsten, Kisha, Julie, Val (kneeling), Ashley, Chelsea, me, Megan. Here’s to the best wedding party a bride could ask for. Loyal, joyful, kind, gracious and just the girls