Well I have a few minutes to write so I thought I would. We are having a great time with our family. Everyone made it here safely and we all had somewhere to sleep last night so that is a good thing. The kids are pretty wild but that is expected. The first night all 5 of us where in a bed so as you can imagine we did not sleep too good. Last night sam slept with my mom and Isabel so we got a little more sleep. Yesterday my mom, sister, our friend Abby, and myself went shopping. It was soo cold and very crowded but it was fun. Today is family picture day. It is going to be quite interesting getting 14 people to look at the camera and smile at the same time. After we get pictures made we are going to our favorite pizza place, Monical's Pizza. We do not have this restaurant around our house and we all just love the pizza. It is a must every time we come home. We are hoping the weather does not get too bad. They are calling for 2-4 more inches of snow today and more inches tomorrow. The kids are wanting to play in the snow but it is too cold to play outside. Well I better go we are making a gingerbread house.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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