camping is our new thing. every free weekend we adventure out with our yellow tent.
i got this dealy and organized my crafty stuff. (most of it)
baby sister Ania (8) . every day she would ask, ‘are you leaving tomorrow?’ ‘no, not til saturday.’ ‘oh. sad. i will miss you.’
surprised this girl at work
slept in an rv with 9 other people . after that Alissa and I opted to sleep on the boat (Ania’s around the corner)
the beauties I came home too. Cody still holds true to his promise that I will always have flowers. there were even flowers waiting at Mom’s house when I got there from the airport. he had them delivered.
today this made me smile. as much as they exhaust my patience…I love my kids.
my apologies for being a lousy blogger. but i have a life (code for nothing smart enough in my brain to write about). so get over it. however I will try to appease your gallimaufry withdrawals with this little photo update:
Cody was kind enough to drive me all the way to Montana to see my family and attend a dear friend’s wedding
Cody turned 21…finally. i no longer have to buy his beer. You’d think being his sole provider of beer would be a wonderful advantage as his wife. Unfortunately I’m too nice for that. Which makes it simply a pain.
This brave 6 year old had an successful 8 hr heart surgery and obviously came through strong and proud…and no longer purple.
We brought this annoyance home. I promptly fell in love right before the realization that Cody is simply too allergic for a happy ending.
‘Don’t you think it’s rather nice to think that we’re in a book that God’s writing? If I were writing a book, I might make mistakes. But God knows how to make the story end just right–in the way that’s best for us.’
‘Do you really believe that, Mother?’ Peter asked quietly.
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I do believe it–almost always–except when I’m so sad that I can’t believe anything. But even when I don’t believe it, I know it’s true–and I try to believe it.’