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… in all of the busyness of this day I almost forgot!  Today is/was (31 Aug) my 20th wedding anniversary!  The prince is in football (varsity & jv – he’s only a freshman!) plus he was elected the sr patrol leader for his boy scout troop & the princess has band (she’s learning the trumpet) tues & wed w/ soccer practices just starting for her.  So between everything Hubby & I kinda forgot but…

Even though you are a bit odd I love that you love me & our kids.  Maybe more importantly, I love How you love me & the kids!

Happy 20th, Honey!  Love you much!!

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… some time w/ my daughter.  Just the two of us.  Every third Tues of the month, the Prince has a teen mtg called young men/young women @ church for the youth ages 12 – 18.  Since we live so far out of town it’s better for whoever takes him to just wait the 1 1/2 hrs until it’s over rather than waist the gas.  Usually Hubby does the honors while I get to have quiet time w/ the princess.

Tonight we painted birdhouses (I’ll have to take pix) but didn’t finish.  This works out great because tomorrow is boy scouts (different place further in town) so we’ll have the house to ourselves.

Tonight I listened & hummed along w/ my daughter while she sang.  Mostly I just listened.  I love knowing that she was happy & content enough to sing for me.  She sang Taylor Swift mostly!  Gotta love that girl (mine & Taylor).  Nice to have someone sing things I don’t feel I need to sensor for either of us.

I loved this night & I’m looking forward to tomorrow night too.  Maybe we’ll sing Primary songs (church songs for children) tomorrow.

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… sheets have a worn spot on them.  Actually it’s not even a spot, it’s a hole.  They’ve been worn clear through by someone’s feet.  I love these sheets though.  They are 500 thread count Egyptian sateen cotton.  We’ve had them for maybe 6 – 7 yrs now & everytime I wash them I put them straight back on the bed.  I splurged when I bought them even though they were on an especially good sale.  I can’t tell you how often I’ve wished that I had bought another pair.

Here’s the thing.  Hubby & I have been married nearly 20 yrs (Aug).    We also have “worn spots” on our marriage.  Things aren’t new & shiny anymore.  In fact in places they are worn smooth & comfy.  Sometimes we even find “holes” or places where we’ve worn “clear through” each other’s patience.  But.  And this is a big But.  We always come back to each other.  We know what we have to do to make things right (usually).  We know how to patch up  that hole as it were, & make things nice & sometimes, better than it was before.

You’re probably wondering why I’m going there.  Well, I have not just one couple of friends & not even two, but several friends who are all going through things right now in their marriages, relationships, you name it they are doing it.  For that matter, so are we.  Sometimes I get a little concerned about Hubby & I.  Then I remember that I promised him he was stuck w/ me.  Period.  I think he remembers the same thing.  So.  Here we are.

I think I’m going to go work on that sheet.  See if maybe I can’t patch that hole somehow.  It’s worth it.

… our Valentine’s Day celebrations.

Treats for the Princess’s class.  It was two apple slices, two green grapes & two cheese hearts.

Fruit & nut cups decorated for party in the Princess’s class.  (we did them together)

The Princess decorating the cake we made for daddy & the Prince.

The cake says “Happy Valentine’s Day”.  I seriously considered turning it in to Cake Wrecks.    It was very delicious though.

… but my daughter has decided to become a teenager.  (Oh, okay.  You can laugh)  Yeah, she’s 8 going on 15.  The really sad part about all of this is that sometimes she’s worse than her 13 yr old brother.  Today I had to get after her to clean her room.  Then she comes to me & tells me she’s bored.  Did you clean your room, I ask?  The puzzled look of dawning horror crosses so quickly I wished I’d had the video camera out.  You mean you really wanted me to do that, she hesitantly asks?  Yep.  Go. Do. It. Now.  I tell her.  As the look of terror fades & the sarcasm (I told you she was acting like a teen) starts to pour out I remind her that her room is messier than the prince’s.  That stopped her although only long enough to run & check that yes, mom is right.

What happened to my sweet little girl?

The one who loved ballet & tap w/ her bff (in Md.  She’s now differentiating between the Md one, the school one & the former school one.  It’s all very confusing).  Now I get the little PRINCESS who knows more about life than I do.  Trust me, she’ll even tell you so.

( in the pix below the princess is celebrating her 3rd birthday but she was done.  She wanted everyone to go home & she wasn’t afraid of using a little bit of drama to let everyone know she wasn’t happy.  She laid down on the steps & refused to come down.  Her friends would come up & ask her to come play but nope.  Nothing doing.  In fact @ one point she had 4 of them laying down on the steps too!  I have the photographic proof.  Hmmm, maybe it’s time to start using these little goodies on her.  This bears thinking about.)

I should have seen this coming.  This is the same girl who kicked the baby doll out of her bed, climbed in it herself & then grabbed the dolly & the baby bottle & proceeded to let me know that yes, she was the baby.  The fact that she never would take a bottle didn’t seem to faze her one bit.

Or what about here where she proudly demonstrates that she is a “painted” lady?

This cute little charmer totally disarmed me w/ her big grin & silly ways.

Yes, I know.  I should have seen it coming when I snapped this pix.  Sassy pink, feathered boa & all.

Guess she is a brat teenager -in-training (sometimes) but she’s my brat teenager-in-training & I’ll love her forever.

Merry Christmas!

… cards.  I love to receive them, I love to send them (after they are all finished of course.  I have a hard time w/ the whole finishing them as my family can attest.)  Here’s the thing though.  I have quite a few cause I’ve saved them for years.  Every once in awhile when I was younger I’d purge them.  Now?  I can’t quite do it.  Well, I did get rid of the ones from people Hubby worked w/ or from his employer.  Didn’t see much sense in keeping them.  But I can’t get rid of them all.  Ya know?

This is a few I pulled out earlier when I was doing the decorating.  Of the house that is.  It’s only a few but it’s some I feel like I have to keep.

Here’s why.  This one is from my sister & bil.  Well, actually she’s Hubby’s sister but she’s more like my 5th sister (I was born into a family of 5 girls remember).  I think this was from their 1st trip to Hawaii.  I just love the colors & how cute Santa is.  I can’t part w/ this one!

This one is too darling for words.  It’s a photo of my friend’s then babies (they’re now 8 & 5.5) but in this photo both are sobbing their eyes out.  The caption @ the top reads “Let there be peace on Earth & let it begin with us”.  Makes me laugh every time!

Or how about this one?  How do I get rid of this one that my darling then 88 yr old Grandma wrote in?  It’s one of the last ones that she wrote something in.  These days she just signs her name because it’s too hard to see plus all of the writing for her family & friends is just too much.  I think that one’ll be a keeper for the rest of my days.

This one came from my mil a few years ago.  It’s a pretty old card that I would imagine she found @ a thrift store.  I really love the old fashionedness (I don’t think that’s a word but bear w/ me here) of this one.  It just speaks to me about how Christmas is supposed to be not about the fancy gifts but rather about Christ & what we can do for others.  Pretty odd since she’s not someone I associate w/ church or anything but there you go.

These next two are from my cousin & her mom (yes, that would be my aunt).  I think they’re both from the same year.  I love how coordinated the two of them are.  I’m sure they bought their cards & then showed them to each other & busted up laughing @ how alike the two of them are.

Ones like this always make me go all mushy inside.  Not because one of my children did it but because I can see in my mind the little girl sitting on her daddy’s lap while he wrote out cards.  She was just helping & I can’t help but love it.

So you see my dilemma?  Which would I get rid of?  I have so many more that are like that.  The ones from my single uncles (I know this pains both of them dearly to write out cards & yet they do it), cards from my sisters & their families, ones from dear friends, some from happy couples that are no more whether through divorce or death.

I love the photo cards & the letter cards.  I’m amazed @ how creative people are when putting together their letters.  (we tried to be funny this year but neither one of us really had it down I think.  Oh well, there’s always next year, eh?)  Plus there are the cards that someone spent so much time making.  Putting together the papers in just the right style to create quite literally a work of art.

I guess I’ll just keep some of these forever.  I know that I could take pix & keep them & then not worry about the clutter but, I love to go back & hold them & touch them & read them.  I love seeing the marks from the children so clearly on the card.  I love seeing my loved ones handwriting & imagining them all still here w/ us.  For me a card is much more than just a piece of paper.  It’s sometimes just plain love.


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