I thoroughly enjoy reading blogs and subscribing to blogs that interest me; however, I never considered blogging to be “for me.” And then, one afternoon I was sitting at work and thought, “huh, I want to give that a try.” Here we are two days later working on my first blog for the cyber world.
I am a mother to a very energetic, non-stop 2 year old. She amazes me every day with her intelligence and can often make me question my own. Ha! I work a full-time career outside of the home, and have taken the struggle of being begged to stay home in stride; that is when I discovered our amazing preschool, and she goes to “school” while mom goes to work. It works for us.
When we aren’t at work and school, my daughter participates in Youth Rodeos that occur monthly from April – September; we do play-dates; she would ride her welsh pony until the horse couldn’t walk; we have arts & crafts time; and then, well we have sit-on-the-couch-and-watch-disney-jr-until-bedtime nights. Hey, we try to be super parents, but we are human.
Through this blog, I hope to share our adventures of life and parenthood along the way. I cannot promise some divine inspiration at all times, but I promise they will probably be entertaining for the most part. If you’d like, follow along for the ride. (:
I absolutely love this! Saw it a few days ago and cannot help but share.
Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.
Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.
I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.
Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?
Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.
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