Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday nights.

When I was younger and I imagined the perfect husband, I thought of many things I would want him to do. Or say. Or be like.

I never realized that the small things would really be the big things.

Sunday nights mean true blood. And we watch together. Alone.

I've been in the bed with Pratt. Letting him fall asleep. It's 845. And I worried Clint had started watching without me.

I was wrong.





So if I could tell young girls out there what to look for in a husband, this would be it.

He really is a gem.
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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.