Ala Jack Bauer. Except I answered these of my own free will. Pathetic, I know. Are you going away for Christmas? Oregon! Holla! What are you expecting for Christmas? Snow?
Ala Jack Bauer. Except I answered these of my own free will. Pathetic, I know. Are you going away for Christmas? Oregon! Holla! What are you expecting for Christmas? Snow?
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
…the more I realize my need for a Savior. I am petty and worrisome and irritable and icky. And those are the good things. 🙂 But I don’t have to
Tired Sunshiney Crock-pot Horses Hope
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.
Please, please, please. If your car is white, gray, blue or any close relative of the color of rain, TURN YOUR LIGHTS ON. PLEASE. This is as much for you
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.
“Was” being the operative word. Last night, I thought our flimsy little beach house was going to come a-tumbling down, like the island huts on stilts that crash over in
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.