If you don’t love a good weight loss story, get out. Heather looks bomb.
Straight up, I have not even read this post yet, but I’m just going to tell you it is wonderful because Meg wrote it. She has never let me down before, and I assume that today will not be that day. So, if you’re looking to start up a prayer life, she has your numero uno stepo right here.
We do quiet time in our house, but we are not nearly as awesome at it as Janssen is. I’m going to get as awesome as Janssen is. I think instead of a digital clock though, I will be on the hunt for a 2hr hour glass. If you see one, holler.
It’s not even a secret that I need one of these. Imagine the baguettes I could buy. Or the bunches of wildflowers I’d gather. Or, realistically, how many Cheerios my kids could drop in it before I really needed to clean it out.
Mike and I are designing a patio right now, and I have told him exactly 76 times what I want (and it is always the same) yet he insists on making me look through catalogues erry night. Now I’m just:
Oh, and Sam is done nursing now, so Mike and I are planning a night out:
But, I’m pregnant, so really: