(no subject)
I love my life. Each day poses a new challenge, a moment where I want to bury my head in the sand for a while, but it also offers so many wonderful, funny, happy moments to counteract the ::headdesk:: moments. I love it.
Chris and I celebrate our 2 year wedding anniversary tomorrow. We actually already celebrated on Thursday evening. We went out to Bonefish, had a Delish meal, and came home to find Parker was already asleep for the night. So Chris and I sat up, watched movies, and goofed off for a bit. It was a lot of fun, and it was definitely time we needed to spend together. We have a good marriage, and a good life, and it was reassuring to know that we both feel the same way about where we are, and where we are going. Together.
Last night, my friend from high school, Alicia, called me up and asked me to be in her wedding. I'm honored she asked me, but also very surprised. We've been friends since high school, we went to the same church, and we've remained friends all through the years. But I guess I just assumed she would want one of her friends that she was closer with all through high school etc. But, there you have it. Her only requirements are that I can't be taller than her (which will be difficult, as she is literally a midget at under 5 ft), and that I can wear blue. I can Rock the blue. But a little worried about the no being taller than she is. Hmm.
Parker is doing so well. He's such a wonderfully happy baby...except when he's grumpy. And boy, does he get grumpy! But I love it when he first wakes up in the morning, and I go to his crib and look at him, and he offers up this giant grin, and wiggles around because he's so excited to see me. It's pretty much the best thing ever. He's my little trooper. I flippin love being a mom.
Anyway, I'm happy. Life is pretty nifty. I love my husband. I adore my baby. I am so thankful for my family, and all the help and support they offer me. I enjoy my work. I love my friends, and miss the ones I never see anymore. Oh, and I love love love love love my Wii. And my in-laws for buying me one for my birthday. And PS: Super Mario Bro's for Wii is the shit. And addictive as hell.
Chris and I celebrate our 2 year wedding anniversary tomorrow. We actually already celebrated on Thursday evening. We went out to Bonefish, had a Delish meal, and came home to find Parker was already asleep for the night. So Chris and I sat up, watched movies, and goofed off for a bit. It was a lot of fun, and it was definitely time we needed to spend together. We have a good marriage, and a good life, and it was reassuring to know that we both feel the same way about where we are, and where we are going. Together.
Last night, my friend from high school, Alicia, called me up and asked me to be in her wedding. I'm honored she asked me, but also very surprised. We've been friends since high school, we went to the same church, and we've remained friends all through the years. But I guess I just assumed she would want one of her friends that she was closer with all through high school etc. But, there you have it. Her only requirements are that I can't be taller than her (which will be difficult, as she is literally a midget at under 5 ft), and that I can wear blue. I can Rock the blue. But a little worried about the no being taller than she is. Hmm.
Parker is doing so well. He's such a wonderfully happy baby...except when he's grumpy. And boy, does he get grumpy! But I love it when he first wakes up in the morning, and I go to his crib and look at him, and he offers up this giant grin, and wiggles around because he's so excited to see me. It's pretty much the best thing ever. He's my little trooper. I flippin love being a mom.
Anyway, I'm happy. Life is pretty nifty. I love my husband. I adore my baby. I am so thankful for my family, and all the help and support they offer me. I enjoy my work. I love my friends, and miss the ones I never see anymore. Oh, and I love love love love love my Wii. And my in-laws for buying me one for my birthday. And PS: Super Mario Bro's for Wii is the shit. And addictive as hell.