My loves

~So I just found Giana's stuffed lamb and a necklace in the fridge. Hiding them from Giana I guess. Like she's going to get up and go find them. lol

~Alyssa comes up with some pretty cute things. The other evening when I was brushing her hair she yawned really big and told me she was "getting all the tired out." I wish it was that easy. :-)

~She absolutely loves the wiggles, who doesn't love 4 grown men acting ridiculous? ME. But she's been playing and talking to her imaginary friends...Maury, Jeff, Anthony and Sam. Hmmmm...I should be worried. Maybe she needs to get out more. :-)

~Giana is 8 months old today! Wow the time has flown by. She's sitting up now. Pretty well with a face plant here or there. She's been saying "Ba ba ba ba" for a few days now. I'm secretly hoping she moves to Ma ma next, shhhhhhh.

Easter Blessings

Looking so cute in their $5.00 dresses, sweet! Thanks Brenda!Hunting baskets! Giana's was quite easy.

Ok, so I know these are way late, but that's been my style lately. I still wanted to share a few cute photos from Easter. So here you go!

My kind of doctor

"Mommy is your heart broken?" said a little girl with long blond curls and a stethoscope in hand.

"Um I don't know." I replied, not sure how to answer because it surely wasn't broken but I wasn't smiling either.

"Well, can I fix it?" she inquired.

Boy, do I wish that life was this easy and everyone everywhere could see a little innocent face looking into theirs when they were feeling down. Somehow instantly makes you feel better and smile a little.

White satin and pearls

It was 8 years ago this week that I married my best friend.

Now 8 years later we have a home, a yard, some gray hair, "history" marks, and more importantly a family with two beautiful daughters.

Today I packed up my satin wedding dress with tiny pearl beads covering the bodice and trailing down the train, into a very small garment bag. It's perfectly pressed and awaiting it's trip. Tears streamed down my face as I folded tissue paper in the creases and wrapped the tiara in white tissue. So many memories, so long ago. Tears for the young love that we had, and tears for the future. Tears for the young, beautiful woman that I miss so much who will be wearing it this summer. Happy tears and sad tears. I wipe them away, not because I want to forget or because I'm scared to show them but for fear they may mark the satin dress. I didn't think I was attached to my dress but I come to realize I'm attached to the sights the dress has seen and where it will go. So as I so carefully fold, I pray for it's new bride and groom. 

It's packed now, not to tight, but with a few tears sent along.