three things.
i'm heartbroken and unable to type anything out about matt turner. i want you to understand that i'm in NO way taking this on as my own issue or problem or anything like that. i'm standing here, with two babies and a husband i love more than anyone else in the world. and so while i don't know julee's pain. i can get a glimpse of it as a mom. and as a wife.
and i'm mad. i'm mad at God. i'm mad at stupid people on facebook commenting on her wall stuff like, "i'm so sorry about matt." what in the world. really? really? i'm sorry about your husband. if you're writing something that stupid just don't write at all. idiots.
that leads me to the second thing. i'm on day 8 of 7. and i'm cranky.
and finally, i've said, "you didn't even want it until your brother got it" like 10 times already. and it's only 9 am. the next 15 years will be difficult with these boys.
but i'm blessed. i'm blessed beyond measure. my cup is most definitely full.
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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