I’ve heard through the blogging grapevine that it is, in fact, “delurking day” today. I’m pretty sure that the only lurkers I have are my beloved long-suffering and non-commenting relatives,
I’ve heard through the blogging grapevine that it is, in fact, “delurking day” today. I’m pretty sure that the only lurkers I have are my beloved long-suffering and non-commenting relatives,
So, I was going to write an incredibly bloated list of peaks and pits and everything I loved about last year and how very awesome marriage is and holy cow
Hello lovelies. No, I haven’t disappeared, at least not entirely. We’re in the backwoods, doncha know, drinking coffee and snuggling up to the fireplace and hiking through snowdrifts and petting
If I have so many things to do, why am I making a list you ask? Because it makes me ferl better, that’s why. Also, I’m a girl, so I
That’s really the only way I can describe it this year. I feel like all the holidays got together and decided that a sneak attack would be the best possible
Hello, my friends. The last time I talked to you I was 25 years old. Now I am 26. Let that sink in a moment. Nearer to 30 than 20.
I’m sitting in the dark, lit only by the glow of my laptop and the colored lights from our baby Christmas tree. The night feels settled and slumbering, as though
…because I like kisses and snowdrifts and giggles and Christmas and Adam.
It’s raining today and I am blissfully aware of how awesome rainy days are. I’ve been making tortilla soup and Christmas cookies, putting together gifts and writing bits of nothing.
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