Wrangler Dani

Yesterday, I’m trying to get Wee Cowgirl to ask her horse to walk. She keeps insisting that the correct word is “go” and I insist on “walk”. Finally, she looks at me in exasperation, tiny toddler curls falling over big brown eyes. “Miss Dani, WALK!”

I lost my sunglasses. My eyeballs hate me.

I’ve grown to love so many bloggers whom I’ve never actually met… and I just bawled over this.

Adam has become Head Lighting Dude at church, and last night spent a few hours working out lights for Sunday’s service. He was very excited about LEDs and colors and all kinds of techy stuff. I stayed home and watched “My Trip to Al-Qaeda” and wrote this. We are both very nerdy.

I get to be in another wedding this weekend. Expect much waxing eloquent on love and friendship.

Valerie is going to Chick-fli-A without me. I want to eat waffle fries with her on the way to class instead, walking through the funky-smelling Jelly Bean to get said fries and out into the crisp West Texas fall.

My Hot and Godly husband makes coffee for us nearly every morning. Love manifests itself in the sound and smell of fresh coffee beans grinding and brewing. What perfection.