I’ve Noticed Something…

Now that the wedding flowers are all hung up to dry…

and the tuxedo has been sent back to the shop…

and the last of the boy clothes have been packed up…

I’m missing a few things, you know, like crazy singing in the shower–in some strange foreign tongue–early in the morning…

and a guy razor always, always left out for me to put away–at odd times of the day…

and the goofy clothes dropped beside the hamper…ahem–instead of in it.

See that? Not even one single whisker to wash out of the sink. Sheesh.

In fact it’s altogether too quiet and too tidy and too…too…well...girly around here right now.

Of course, I’m really happy for him.

And certainly I’m really proud of him.

But mostly, I’m really, really, really missing him.

Congratulations my darlings–

Happy Honeymoon!

{ Joy }

“There is no scene so sweet, no time so sacred as that very special day of your marriage. Then and there you glimpse celestial joy.”

                                                                                                            Thomas S. Monson

These Things…

I know to be true:

~”Bob the Tomato” from Veggie Tales is actually cuter drawn on a MagnaDoodle than he is in real life–depending on the artist.

~It’s much easier to type in a cold basement if you have these glorious fingerless gloves–now, I just need a pair of my own…so I don’t have to swipe April’s.

Thanks, Amy!

~ I must have been born in the wrong era because this old, turn-of-the-century farm house just makes my heart pound right out of my chest–rock foundation, root cellar, “gingerbread” and all. Oh, where’s that single Scottish Farmer when you need him?

*sigh*

~ A willow tree is very generous with the leaves–which should make incredible garden compost…

…very generous indeed.

~ I have a very, very happy son…

…with a very, very happy fiance’–woooohooo!!

~ Miss Chompy–if she so chooses– has a bright future…

with the circus.

All is well.

A Couple of QBs

Kinda funny–isn’t it–how tossing around that one funny-shaped ball can get into somebody’s blood?

I guess you could say that we start ’em young in these parts…on purpose.

All I know is that there’s something pretty darn cool about a three-year-old…

with a smokin’ hot spiral—just like his Uncle Dane’s.

I personally think the matching beanies help a lot…ha!

But if all this means that we have football to watch for a whole new generation…well then…

everyone’s happy at our place.