Is that how the saying goes? It sure seemed like how it should go when we headed off into the foothills above our house the other day. The melted snow fooled us into thinking that meant things would be dry. They weren't, and everyone was very muddy in the end. Muddy, but happy.
Mike and I think we found the rock that we sat on the night he proposed to me. It's tricky to tell what with houses now built up all around it, but we think it's the spot.
Mike and I think we found the rock that we sat on the night he proposed to me. It's tricky to tell what with houses now built up all around it, but we think it's the spot.
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How did you get such a gorgeous family?
I was reading this post after following "you might also like…", as one does. And it made me feel all sad and nostalgic for little babyish Abe and Daisy…who, you will recall…I DIDNT EVEN KNOW AT THIS AGE!!! That means I am turning into an incurably sappy, sentimental sort of person. But I can't help it. Why does the time go so fast? And why do things get harder as we go along? It's because we're being stretched, I know...but being stretched is hard.
Oh I know! And I feel like I hardly know/remember who these kids were! But it does seem life was simpler. Was it? Or is that just the lens of time? Maybe more stress with only little ones, but certainly less pressing worries of the world affecting them??
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