Happy Anniversary!

Our wedding was many years ago.

The celebration continues to this day.

Gene Perret

Nine years ago I married my best friend. On one hand it seems like yesterday, on the other it feels so long ago. I think about when we first met 15 years ago and I think wow, 15 years, that is such a long time, almost half my life. (Okay, not really but pretty close!) We were babies and such different people. How we have grown and changed. Love seemed so different at 21 than it does now. We have been through so much together ~ changing jobs, moving away from home, losing parents, buying homes. All of the things you have to do as a grown up. I can say it is so much easier to do all of these things with a loving, supportive person standing next to you and sometimes holding you up when you simply can't do it alone.

I thank you John, for being such a fantastic husband, for loving me even on the days when it isn't so easy, for balancing me out and making me realize I don't need to worry if the sun is going to come up ;), for allowing me this time to be home with our daughter, for being a great provider. The list could go on and on, but I will end with this. I love you and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.

Robert Browing

Confessions of a Human Kleenex

****Warning-This post is graphic and not for the faint of heart****
Over the past ten months, I have been pooped on, peed on, thrown up on, burped on...I think that is it...and you know it is true, these things get to where they don't bother you, I guess some sort of badge of motherhood. ( can you see the merit badges for those things!) I remember the first time I got poop on my hand, how I quickly wiped it off with a baby wipe and ran to to sink to disinfect my hands. Today, it's like, oh there is poop on my hand, I better finish putting this diaper on before Houdini makes another great escape!

I guess it was inevitable that at some point Lindsey would get a cold. It has not been a terrible ordeal by any means, mainly just a cough with a runny nose, but it is the nose that is getting me. Why is there never a kleenex when you need it? It is like a little faucet that won't stop running...and when she sneezes, watch out! I guess everyone has those moments that make them really feel like a mom, getting sneezed on by a baby with a cold is definitely one of those moments.

I know this seems like a silly post and I guess what prompted it was as I was getting ready for bed the other night, our second night of almost no sleep, I looked at my clothes. I had booger residue on both arms of my shirt, across my chest, down each pant leg and yes, even a spot in my hair. I sat on the bed, laughed and thought to myself, it is official I am a Human Kleenex. The great thing is, I wouldn't have it any other way!