when i was a kid, i can remember the entire family walking upstairs for bed. my mom would usually be left behind to turn on the dishwasher or lock all the doors...stuff like that. stuff that i didn't realize moms did...until i got married. so...thanks mom for always keeping us safe from the boogey bears.
anyway...my dad would always say to either me or spencer, "could one of you just push me up the stairs...i need a little help."
i always thought he was so old to be needing help.
but i get it now. i wish i had someone who would push me up the stairs. by the top, i'm heaving and breathing heavily and hanging onto the banister like i might fall down.
i caught myself wishing i had a little push tonight on my up...and it reminded me of my dad.
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About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
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