Sydney Carton. That’s who I instantly think of when I think of self-sacrifice. The self-loathing, drunken lawyer who’s life reeks of what could have been. He drives us to tears
Sydney Carton. That’s who I instantly think of when I think of self-sacrifice. The self-loathing, drunken lawyer who’s life reeks of what could have been. He drives us to tears
…I laid out in the hammock yesterday. AND I GOT A TINY BIT OF COLOR! REJOICIFY! We were blessed to have freakily summer-ish weather at our wedding in January, but
We did see mountains this weekend, with our friends Rocky and Jennifer (couple name = “jocky”) who are getting married this summer and thus in dire need of a break.
It’s foggy and chilly outside. I’m snuggled with my laptop and a hot mug of coffee and the scent of fresh-baked banana-nut muffins. I feel settled. Adam and I worked
This should not be a surprise, since you all know that I hate: Numbers. Rules. Filling out forms. Filing things. Doing math. NUMBERS. BUT, I have found a way to
The experience was greatly enhanced by having another excitable girl (Amy! Holla!) to clap and squeal with when the big guys popped up, and a husband to hug when the
…I want to know how to write like that. We just finished watching Juno (I know, we’re so 2007,) and I chuckled through most of it, sighed and was taken
SO true: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaugEliY-pI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00] Edit>>> Oh, and I needed to hear this too: Ten Commandments for a Happy Writer.
We are the grateful, we sing of your love We sing of your mercy We are the grateful, the grateful ones We are the grateful, we sing of your power
I love my small group girls. 🙂 No wife can be an island whilst she has such sweet friends. ~Dani Nichols, 2009