I don't want to make a big fuss BUT thanks to MOTH (or the general idea of a family schedule) I think I'll be back around bloggyland again. My trips here MUST be short, so trying to catch up on time lost would stress me out. I think it's sufficient to say we've had a wonderful summer FULL of smooth and easy (sometimes not so easy) days. Everyone is growning (much to my chagrin), and everyone is happy.

But....without further adieu....the true point of this post is to share this with you....


Isn't it just about the funniest grin you have ever seen? He's so proud! By the end of this week he'll be missing another one. It's so strange to me to see my little boy with perfect teeth growing up BIG right before my eyes.

Ok ok so Big is no guest here, but today's post is a story he wrote for school for a twisted fairy tales project. I'm stifling proud giggles because it is SO him.

Without further adieu I present you:

Once upon a time there were three little ants and a big bad magnifying glass. Ant number one made his house out of leaves. Then along came the big bad magnifying glass and said, "little ant, little ant, let me come in!" The little ant said, "Never! I'll never let you in!" Then the big bad magnifying glass said, "Then I'll burn and burn and burn your house down." Then the little ant said, "AHHH!!!" and ran to his wiser brother. He was building a house too. He made his house out of steel and when it was done they went in. Then along came the big bad magnifying glass and said, "Little ants, little ants let me in." The little ants said . "We will never let you in!" Then the magnifying glass said, "then I'll super heat your house down!" So he did. The ants said, "AHHH!" So they went to their wisest brother. he was making a house of sand. When he was done, they all went in. Then along came the big bad magnifying glass and said, " Little ants, little ants, let me come in." The ants said, "NO!" The magnifying glass said, "Then I'll burn and I'll burn and I'll burn your house in." So he did, and the house turned to glass! The wisest brother told his other brothers and sisters that the only way to keep the magnifying glass away is sand.

The End

I've talked a lot (more in person) in the past about Bigs struggles of the heart. Sometimes it feels like we are trying to walk up the escalator that is going down. It's exhausting, heart wrenching work- this parenting business. I know he's an amazing person, and JUST the (not so little) guy God ordained him to be. I can't do anything to change that. My job is to watch over him, and teach him to safe guard his heart. To only allow what is good, and pure to flow from it. Sometimes I wonder how I can help him with that task when so often I'm the one getting frustrated, and angry. I'm fallen. I'm not perfect, on my own I fail....lucky for me I'm not alone hu?

It's amazing how when I step back, practice a little Masterly Inactivity, and a lot of praying what the great Shepherd can, and WILL do.

Big has had such a turn around the last few weeks. He's shrugged off the "poor me's" and the "That's not fairs" and has fully embraced his gentler side- his kuya's heart. There have been so many moments that have made me stop, smile, and whisper thanks to the only One who can change our hearts.But, tonight I will share just a few, because blessedly there have been too many to recount.

He had to write a paragraph this week for his homework. The prompt was: Tell why everyday should be first grade day on the playground.
Monday he was struggling with it, so I encouraged him to take that day and think the question through. He then worked on it the rest of the week, and this evening handed me this:

I don't think it would be fair if everyday was first grade day but it would be fun. It would be fun to play lava monster instead of jump rope. Everyday should not be first grade day. Second grade will not be happy if everyday was first grade day.

..now I'm not saying it's the best paragraph but the HEART is right, and honestly that's what matters most to me anyways.

The biggest change has been toward Little. I think he saw her as a bit of an usurper to tell the truth. Yes, she's his sister, and yes, he's ALWAYS loved her but it has only been recently that he's shown a true tenderness and thoughtfulness towards her...a softer heart, a changed heart.

When a girl in his class had a party last week she included fancy rings with the Disney Princesses in the goodie bags. Of coarse all the boys thought they were AWFUL, so as they were about to throw them out Big kindly reclaimed them for his sister. His sister who adores dressing up ALMOST as much as being a nudist. He walked in the door and straight away called her to him. He sweetly told her he had a prize for her and placed the rings on her fingers. My heart melted.

Then this morning Little made a HUGE mess. She was having a hard time focusing to clean up without someone singing the clean up song for her, so he went into sing for her. If that wasn't sweet enough, when she wondered off he completed the job for her. No shouts of the inequality, or begging for praise and prizes. Not a peep. He silently completed the task with a true servants heart. He was HAPPY to help his little sister. I only know about this because I walked in on him. I was so proud.

He's always been a sweet boy. I hope that this post doesn't make it seem like he's never done a kind thing for her, or others; because he has. It's just that his heart song is different. It reflects differently on his face, and through his whole being. I've always been proud of him because he is wonderful, but this unselfish outlook makes me drop to my knees, and pour out a heart full of praise. My job as a parent isn't any different this week because of his changed heart. I'm still trying to guard, and direct; but it's wonderful to see that although I am larger I am not the true Shepherd...I am just another lamb. We are in this together. A Ewe and her lambs following the Great Shepherd along in this crazy wilderness. We may wonder, get hungry, or hurt but He will always guide us back to where we need to go. I don't have to be perfect for our Shepherd to use me, and His work on Bigs heart is not dependent on me.We just need to keep our eyes on Him.

This ones gatta be brief. I have a party to prep for....but, this is a story worth telling.

After the initial shock wore off everyone was so excited that we were having another baby, but none more so then Big. He was convinced that this time we'd get it right and he'd have his brother. After all what's a little boy need TWO sisters for. This was almost an end game discussion. Try as we might AJ didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that the new baby could be another sister.

By this point I'm sure, you are well aware of the outcome, but lets just say that at our ultrasound there was ZERO doubt...it was another girl. When we found out I had duel emotions. Another girl meant it was going to be SO much easier for me. We didn't need to buy anything, the babies could share a room, and I could picture tea parties. BUT, I knew deep in the pit of my being AJ was about to be crushed. How can we spin this, I kept thinking. How can we tell him he was DEFINITELY NOT having a brother.

We came up with a 3 fold plan on the drive home.

1. We'd show him the ultrasound photos and let him read/see for himself. Pending on his reaction we'd move on to step 2.
2. We'd tell him that God thought he was SUCH a great big brother to the sister he already had that He decided he'd bless him with another sister to look out for two. Now He'd be the only boy, and the Kuya at that. How cool is that.
3. If all else failed we allow him to give her a middle name. We thought that that would help him bond with his new sister.

Well, He looked at the pictures. When he got to the one that read "it's a girl!" he tossed them on the ground and RAN tears dripping down his red hot cheeks to his room. Needless to say w needed all planned steps, and then some.

Once he calmed down, and accepted the responsibility of choosing her middle name he thought for a moment and said " How about Sunshine?"
OH no I don't think that's a name, why don't you take some time to think about it hun? We have a lot more time.

But week after week I'd try and sway him away from Sunshine, and week after week he stood firm. Finally, after a particularly feisty bout of name suggestions I said "Fine, If it's in the book then we'll name her Sunshine"(funny, this is the first time I noted the color of his shirt the FIRST time he laid eyes on her, how appropriate!)

...or a post only fully appreciated by Filipinos.

It has dawned on me recently that although I am clearly white- My mannerisms , cultural values, and cooking style have evolved to be very heavily Filipino. I cook a lot of Filipino dishes, so much so that even my Filipino friends say I cook traditional food more then they do. HA! That is so funny to me...Don't get me wrong, I love to cook globally, and I l-o-v-e my down home American style dinners but for the purpose of this story I'm going to talk about a conversation Daddy had with Big over dinner a couple of weeks ago.

That night I made Tinola for the first time. Everyone was seated and enjoying dinner (yea me!) when Daddy got up to get more fish sauce. Once getting back to the table he had this conversation with Big:


Big(pointing to Daddies finger dish of Patis): Daddy whats that?
(see he is a white boy too!)
Daddy: It's Patis.
Big: what's Patis?
Daddy: Fish sauce wanna try some?
(Big then tries it and decides he likes it. He also looks like he's a bit troubled and deep in thought)
Big: Is Patis fish pee?
Daddy: NO! Why would you think that?
Big:Oh Patis...It sounds a lot like piss.
(Relieved he then asks for more Patis)

hahahahahahahaha....

I think February has become our "Tooth" month.

I've been so sparse in posting for a few reasons. One, is honestly that I've been READING so many great blogs during my limited me time by the time I wander back to my dashboard to write my own someone somewhere is desperate for my attention STAT.

The other is teeth.
First, mine were KILLING me. My wisdom teeth are trying to stage a mutiny in my mouth. YIKES! For almost 10 days I was like the walking dead. We don't have the spare cash to get them pulled just yet, so with a lot of home remedies and tons of good old fashioned prayer they are doing better.

Then, Tiny girl decided she would cut her eye teeth. Hahaha she looked like a little vampire. It gave me fond memories back toBig as a baby because not only does she look SO much like him, but he also got his eye teeth before the top middles (actually he got his fangs before ANY other teeth). If that wasn't enough crankiness for you she has now added the top middles. So her tooth count is up to 6....where is the time going?

Finally Big and Little went to the dentist. See I really wanted to type the big bad dentist, BUT alas our dentist is a total doll. She's so great I just wanna squeeze her. Big got cleaned, and sealed. Turns out what we thought was a cheese-it stain, is a bruised tooth. Go figure. So unless we are loaded someday he's stuck with it. She said it was a cause of tooth trauma when he still had his baby teeth. I'm guessing it can be linked back to this. No cavities though, so minus the referral to an orthodontist (braces are in his future I'm afraid), and the stain it was a good visit. As for Little she did awesome. She loves being like her kuya...but we already knew that didn't we?

See what I mean? It's all about the teeth.

I really do have some fun posts I've been meaning to get to, so hopefully that will happen soon. Tonight I have a surprise "extra" post planned, so I'll see you then!

...as the big number two and all the T's that come with it (terrible, tough, talkative, tiring, terrific, tender, thrilling) grows ever nearer; I thought I'd share a defining moment of my journey as a mother with you. The moment Big met Little.

This single moment was one that I had looked towards with both excitement and trepidation. I was so nervous to see Big's reaction to "the baby". Her sex had been a surprise. He had made his thoughts on having a sister crystal clear- He wanted nothing to do with the idea, and had announced just weeks before her arrival that if "the baby" was a girl he was moving out (I think he read something similar in a book somewhere). Great, as though I hadn't spent the last few months worrying enough. I worried he'd feel resentful and misplaced. I wondered if he'd feel a connection to the baby, or understand that I could and DID love them both very much.

Then he saw her. He saw his little sister and he loved her. He wasn't going to move because she was a girl. He didn't even think of all that silly stuff I had spent sleepless nights fretting over. He was her Kuya. He loved her the moment he laid eyes on her. When we placed Little in his arms I was finally able to exhale. Worry melted away, and a sigh of complete contentment left my lips. I felt so blessed...the moment Big met Little.

Sometimes I think it takes a random weird moment to appreciate the fullness of people. Moments that make you giggle, cry, or feel anything BIG.

I have taken to crocheting. I really enjoy it. Lately I've been making hats. I keep trying to make one for Big but they are either too big or too small. I think he must be right in between ALL pattern sizes...LOL. He's been so patient. He's also very excited about his hat. Well on Saturday I set out to make him a hat again. He requested a brown one with this camoish yarn too. As I am working stitches in the car (my new favorite place to crochet) he asks:

"Mom, can you add a camo heart to my hat?"

...well I'm sure you can picture the shock on both Jay and my faces. I wondered hmmm where is he going with this. I tried to hold back laughter and told him no. I know, it's just a heart but all I need is him being bullied and labeled as something he's not. I'd like him to end his last year in public school on a high note. Not really phased, and full of confidence in my crochet prowess he then asks:

"Well then, can you make it say I LOVE MOM?"

....I almost die. Barely able to hold a conversation I say I might be able to stitch it on the inside for him. He says he wants it on the outside and mimes his hat showing me that he wants it right in front in a nice BIG font. I gasp....this would be social suicide. I tell him I'm not sure how to do that yet because I'm still learning. Hew nods in acceptance and asks me to practice.

Now besides wanting to LOL and wondering where he comes up up with this stuff I was struck with a realization. He loves me so purely. He would proudly declare from his hat that he loves his mom. He didn't care that it was social suicide- I don't think what other would think of him even crossed his mind.

Note to self: You shouldn't need a hat proclaiming how tender he is to be mindful of it. Speak softer, show more empathy.His heart is so tender. In these training year don't loose sight of that. Because where our treasure is there our HEART is also. He is my treasure, my gift- my blessing. I need to help him guard his heart and learn to fill it with good things of God, not slowly break him.

... up until about 10 min ago I had no idea what I was going to write this FF about, then I saw my warm fuzzy pink slippers...Oh yes I do love how the mind of a woman works..... slippers...One of Bigs most philosophical quotes ever is about slippers.

January 2007

I was 7 months pregnant with Little. Big was enjoying his last moments of having us all to himself one night putting on what we fondly call "The BIG Show". He was running, playing and tile skating in a new pair of homemade slipper- then suddenly turned wrong and SPLAT. I wish I could say that he had a natural instinct to protect his face but he DOESN'T. It was like watching the last domino crashing down. He didn't even utilize his hands for blocking at all. He lead the grand decent with his face. Oh yes, before the delayed scream even left his mouth we knew something was terribly wrong.

I examined his mouth first- sure he had bit his tongue off...not that...but the blood had come from somewhere....then we saw it. His chin was split open on the underside BADLY. We could see the fat and some bone. Needless to say we rushed him to the ER. I was so freaked out. I thought he would be too- but he wasn't. he followed all our directions calmly: He didn't talk, he held his face just so...it was astounding. In the ER they were quick to help us and even brought in people to help hold him down when he was about to get the stitches, but we didn't need them. he laid down closed his eyes and stayed perfectly still while they stitched him up. It was so amazing. He got a total of 13 stitches. 7 internal and 6 external. He was so brave.

I LOVE when kids make it easy for you!

This year when asked what he wanted to do for his birthday Big said he wanted his 2 best friends to come over for a sleep over...my quick response was "DONE!"

So we greeted Super 7 (did I mention that's only 3 years away from 10?!) by having a sleepover with Gavin, and Weston....so easy, and so fun!

The boys played, made their own pizza creations for dinner, and ate cake on Friday night. I love watching how kids interact and really enjoy each others company and the simple things.

Big got his first big boy bike this year. So after our pancake breakfast we took all the kids to the park and they rode around and played in the lovely sunshine for about 1.5 hours before they went home.

They all had a blast, and like I said it was so easy for me...score!

Big had a jammed packed weekend though because after his friends went home his Lola took him out for the afternoon. They went to Chuck E Cheese (bless her heart, better her then I) then to dinner and finally to pick out his present ( gatta love being the ONLY grandson hu?). She got him this Bionicle.


He built it with his daddies help this morning and was so proud he had to show me. Before he left his room he told Jay "I'm going to show mama, I'll bet she'll want to take a picture" LOL he so knows me =)

He also got to go ice skating with his Te-Tey. She said he did really good! He came home all smiles (until I told him it was bedtime) so I guess they had a blast.

He needed this weekend. It was HIS focused time, and it was awesome. So thank you for all your birthday wishes, texts, and phone calls. He felt so special and loved.

In case you haven't noticed I love me some traditions! I love the way they make me feel connected to a bigger plan, I love how they bring loved ones closer- I just love them. One of our traditions every Christmas that Big starts asking about right away is cookies with Nina.

Since he was born we have made a point to get together with his godmother Perla and make Christmas cookies. She lets him pick what kind, what decorations, the works. It's a time where the focus is on truly enjoying each other and the process. the results haven't always been pretty, or tasty for that matter. But that's not really what mattered anyways because it has always been time well spent. They laugh, they bake and they bond. Here are some pictures from cookies with Nina circa 2005.


Can't you see the love and laughter getting baked in?

Oh yes, that is what traditions are made of.

This one's a shortie, but goodie.

This is Big and Little enjoying one of the first fires last year.



I hope all our Holidays will be this warm.

So as Little has began dropping her signs and using more and more words lately I find my thoughts wondering down memory lane to when Big was learning to talk. He was an early talker and through the years he's had some GREAT catch phrases (he is his mothers child) and word blunders. So today I thought I'd share my favorites with you....

Who Buyed me That? - This was said to anyone, about everything...with this very face accompanying it.

$200.00- around the same time as his for mentioned 'who buyed me that' stage. A sample conversation would go like this:
Big: I got sucker
me: you do have a sucker, where did you get it?
Big: _______ buyed me that.
me: oh ok
Big: yeah it was $200.00
Me: really $200.00?
Then he'd look at you like you were crazy to ask because OF COURSE it was $200.00 duh look and walk away

The bestest thing I never saw- Oh how I adored this sentence! He'd see just about anything that caught his fancy and belt out "Mama, look it's the bestest thing I never saw!"

Glitter/Glittering: also commonly known as Litter/Littering. Example: Mama, there is so much glitter everywhere, why all those people glittering all the time?

I found it- This is what we would hear ANYTIME we passed a McDonalds, more accurately the golden arches. It did NOT matter if he had just eaten, if we were zooming by one on the side of the freeway, or going to Walmart. If he saw them he would get so excited and shout I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT! Fully convinced we would be stopping to get a kids meal or play in the play place...yeash....tells you a ton about our diet back then hu?

Froggy- AKA foggy. Example: mama I no like it when it's so froggy out here.

and quite possibly my personal favorite:

I don't know that word- Say you were talking to him and he had decided he wasn't going to listen and do what he wanted to do anyway he'd look at you, get all doe eyed, and very slowly say "I don't know that word". Too bad for him it rarely ever worked.

LOL... there are so many more but I think that's good for now. If you were there as he was learning to master the English language don't be shy remind me what some of your favorite BIGisms were!

PS: today's post IS from memory, BUT otherwise I will totally be cheating to get my facts straight because at least when he was little I could say I was a scrapbooker. LOL

Just thought I'd share a jaw dropping mama moment with you all.

Big got his school pictures back on Friday. He looks so B-I-G hu? He's been growing that 70's/Jonas Brothers hair for the last year. He loves it. He is always very specific at the salon that he only wants a trim. So no cut this year. I love that you can see his missing tooth too. Really it is sooOOOoo Him.


Well he had a Daddy and Big day yesterday. They were running errands and Jay had mentioned he was going to get a haircut, Big seemed to like the idea. Ok, I thought we'll see where this goes. Well when they got home last night I saw this:



I scream, no really I was so shocked, tears welled up in my eyes and everything. I wasn't mourning the loss of the growing pains do, I was just amazed he did it. He was so proud of his hair, EVERYONE (including me at times) had wanted him to cut it- but in true Big fashion he stood firm. He liked it and that was that. So when he walked in having made that choice on his own I was so proud. He lives life on his terms, I love that about him. I ADORE having his old/new look back. I can see his face again. And, lets be honest people; there is nothing a mama likes more then staring at her gorgeous children and watching them shine.

Well my friend Maritez does Wordless Wednesdays and I think that's a stellar idea, BUT I can't seem to make my fingers shut up. So I thought it would be fun to reflect on our life pre-blogging days. If you were there too you get the fun of reliving it, if you were not it you'll get to enjoy some of my favorite past pictures and memories. win-win I say!

In lieu of the recent holiday lets go wwwwaaaaayyyyy back to October 2004.... and talk about a pumpkin named Turkey......


Big was very nearly 3 this year and it was our first of many future trips to Smith Family Farms. He took the whole thing very seriously (as has always been his way). We played, took tons of GREAT pictures, and of course set out to pick our pumpkins. This was the first year Big understood what we were setting out to do. He was very deliberate in his choosing process. Picking up, rolling, and judging many pumpkins along the way. We actually missed the first few tractors back so that he could make his choice. Jay and I had made our choices and kept offering him many cute little pumpkins, then suddenly he got SO excited, and began giggling.There he stood in a field of orange pointing to a little green pumpkin that looked just like a watermelon. He had found his perfect pumpkin.


In this picture on the hayride back from the field I can see his thoughts:.....whats up with all you weirdos and your orange pumpkins, greens the way to go.... or something like that I'm sure. Always so self assured, and never caring what the crowd is doing, he just does Big, even then at 2 he was happy to be himself... it's amazing. What I didn't know that day was how special that little pumpkin would become to our family. Soon after bringing it home Big decided to name it. He named it Turkey. Turkey the green pumpkin. LOL. All that fall he adored Turkey, and watched in amazement as Turkey changed colors with the leaves from green to orange. Fall to Winter: A lifetime with a pumpkin named Turkey and a boy who wasn't afraid to be different.

I've been talking about writing a post about Big's school adventures for awhile now, but just kept putting it off. See the thing is lately I feel like Dorothy when she landed in Oz... just so confused.

I might as well start by letting you know this post is going to make me sound like a total braggart. The pride I have stored up in that little boy is amazing- because he IS amazing!!!

Big is the quiet contemplative type. Always eager to learn. So it was no wonder that he was reading well at 3. All his life if he's shown an interest in something Jay and I would dive right in with him and start soaking up the knowledge we needed to help him understand whatever it was that caught his fancy. This process works for him. He LOVES to learn. He LOVES being smart. The caveat is that he also HAS to be challenged. You know the saying 'idle hands are the devils playground'? This is so true for him. If he's not engaged he will find something to do, and most likely it will not be grownup approved. Once Jay and I learned that we were fine.

Then Kindergarten started. By his first few weeks of kindergarten we were faced with the rude reality that not all parents put the effort into their children that we had. There were kids in his class that had no idea what their real first names were let alone how to spell them. Big had known that for what felt like forever. When the teacher so proudly announced the list of words they would learn by years end we were floored. I, am, we, the....you get the picture. We soon decided that kindergarten was going to be mostly for socialization. By the end of the year Big had learned to read, write and spell all the words from k-3rd grade. He was proud of himself, and proud to be a 'smart guy'.

In the first year I had trepidation with more then school work. Big is a timid sweet boy, and we had issues with bullies. It sucked. I hoped the whole experience would be better this year...

First grade is underway now and we are seeing a lot of the same problems. He gets bored so easily with his work. He's tired of saying A says 'ah'. I don't blame him. If I'd known that for almost 4 years I'd be ready to move on too. His teacher is kind but new. Instead of challenging him like we discussed she gives him busy work like checking her markers. I know that there are things to be learned in school that are not academic, but I've gotten to the point where I feel like he's being dumbed down instead of learning. We have requested a conference. To top it all off he came home from school last week and told me that a kid grabbed him by his collar and socked him in the lip-it bled. So the bullies are back...great....

Here comes the tornado sweeping me away to OZ.
I always said I wasn't the 'homeschooling type'. I loose my patience easily, I have wretched spelling and grammar, and I suck at math. Does that sound like a teacher to you? I wrote the idea off long ago.....swirling, faster, faster, THEWACK!.....OZ
Then God started bringing these great home schoolers into my life. Wow, it can be great!! There are so many groups and co-ops, you don't have to do it alone. Everything great Big knows he learned at home anyways, the field trips and real life learning we could do! Would Jay go for it? .....hmmm, what is this place?.....
These thoughts have been heavy on my mind and in my prayers lately. Maybe, I am the homeschooling type after all? I don't know. I'll just keep praying, listen for God, and learning more about it until I feel I have the answers. If you would could you pray too? Not just about the HS thing (but do lift that up to Him if you think about it) but for Big as he goes to school. It's a scary Forrest filled with flying monkeys out there.....

Oh we're not in Kansas anymore people, good thing my God doesn't need ruby slippers hu?

This week has been something else. Whew! I am totally TGIFin tonight. I don't mean to say it's been all bad; it's just been off with a few great moments sprinkled about here and there.

Jay was out of town over the weekend, and as you all know even with no plans that can be rough. Big always has an attitude backlash, and then a meltdown. He gets so emotional- wonder who he got that from hmmm.... Over the years I have learned what to expect and how to deal with it. It's just that now my blessings have expanded so.... Ok actually, let's fast forward to our current events....

This week Big was asked to prepare a one minute oral report on his favorite animal, and have a picture of it to share. He chose a Cobra. Hmmm, why a Cobra you might ask? This answer comes straight from his report 'I like Cobras because they scare my mama' end quote. Yes, he is a precocious child. Well we checked out a few books from the library and set to work. He typed up his copy, picked his pictures, and drew a few extra then set out to school this morning to give his report. Jay and I thought this was a whole class assignment, so you can imagine our shock when he came home today and told us there was only one other first grader in his school that was asked to give a report too. Turns out he went to all 3 first grade classes and did his report, then once finish held an open forum question and answer period....so Big..... I am so stinking proud of him!!!! I guess all the teachers were really impressed too because when we ran into them tonight at his schools fall fest they were just tickled by his report, and how he carried himself. He really is a stellar kid. I'm so blessed to have him.

Tiny finally broke her first tooth!!!!! She's so much happier now because of it. Let's just pray ( no really I'm asking you to lift me up in this) she stops biting me before it is in fully, cause her gumming has made me sore enough.

Little, my sweet wild child now says Love you. It's so precious and tender, I love it. Next to Hi, Bye, and actually; I love you is probably one the the most used sayings in this house. I'm HUGE on the I love yous, and I've been dying for her to say it back- she used to say bye when ever you told her you loved her. You know like I love you, goodbye. But now it's the real McCoy.
It actually sounds more like wow-whew, but it's genuine. Today before leaving Coffee Chicks she hugged all our friends goodbye and said wow-whew. Yes those are the moments I live for.

I've been going through some stuff. I think that's what really threw me off this week, because looking back now it seems pretty awesome. I'll share more about that Monday night though. I just wanted to count my blessings tonight, and wish you all a beautiful weekend.

Hugs!