Happy 6

Tom,

Happy 6 -great- years- together- day. I've never known how deeply someone can love until I met you. You may not gush, or buy me roses or chocolates, or write romantic poetry (although what you write is poetry to me).

But you love without bounds. Your love for me exceeds what I ever thought love would be. Hollywood seems a shaft, a laugh at what surrounds me. I'm open, honest, frank. I dream huge and lavishly. I'm embarrased and shy, crazy and as always a bit quirky. I'm sincere and I can cry like noneyabizness. I'm naive, bubbly and seem to always find my feet in my mouth. This is who I am and more and you know it. You know every cranny of my soul.

You are patient beyond measure, years ago I learned that you don't yell, lash back, or try to throw the point. Your actions envelop your love for me. For that I am smitten, every single day. Everyday you kiss me, even before I brush my teeth(so gross). you kindle my beauty by making me blush, it's the simple "you are so beautiful today" when I haven't even looked for the makeup bag. Or jus the way your hold your arm around my waist when we are out and about. but most the time it's just that look I get from you in the spare of the moment.

You strengthen me even when I want to wallow...I'll be honest I never thought your firm approach to my mudholes was/is inspiring, but somehow you know me better than I do.

I could go on. Okay, so I did, go read my journal for less generic blogging. This post doesn't do justice to who you are to me. That's okay, we still have an hour and some of pillow talk before the day is done ...and like always you know I'll get it all out there. Then you'll remove the toothpicks from your eyelids, tell me, "No, I'm not sleepy" and sack out two seconds after I kiss you goodnight. I love that you try so hard to stay awake for pillow talk and I have to laugh too. It's better than roses.

I love you Tom. Unreserved, I love you.

CRAFT WEEK

Ladies,

This week is little Lyd's spring break. That means no running up and down the road for a whole week!!! So here it is. Craft day Tuesday, my place. I want to make this incredibly cute wreath. Bring whatever you want or make this wreath with me. (I'm going to craft store to price burlap, so if you want some I'll let you know the figures). You'll need a hanger and does anyone have pliers? I think I might...

COME TUESDAY after lunch and let the crafting begin!

Oh yes, and do let me know if you are planning on coming. Kids are welcome, but I've boxed up most our toys, however I will put on a movie or they are welcome to play room that still is furnished with tricycles and a play tool bench and some balls.

BABIES

LOVE THE FAT ROLLS. Babies holding babies. lots of squishing, pinching(cutest little three bottoms you'll ever pinch), smooshing, smooching, blurping, munching, punching...punching? Oh, didn't you see there was a 4.5 and 3 year olds in the pictures? This is parenting 505 folks....smelling, holding, scolding... I mean molding, nose kissing, night sleeping...yes it still happens, laughing, kiss after kiss after kiss that is filled in our days. Boy, I'm just trying to lock it all in my memory before it slides through my fingers like sand on a windy day. I sure do love being a mom.

Duh, the Match

Sometimes I swear I totally forget about blogging really important news. Guess where we are headed for three more years?...... INDIANA, South Bend that is. In other words, the college town Notre Dame. oh, now you know where it is. Actually, Tom will not be affliated with the University but with the Hospital there, St. Joe's. It's a great program. I guess it should be, it was Tom's first choice! So, I forgot about the excitment of Match day sort of because we kind of knew where we were going before March 15th. BUT GUESS WHAT ELSE?! We have a house to rent too! Ohdalalie! Yep, that's it, up there at the top. Tried to put it down at the bottom, but whatever ...I hate blogger for uploading pics.

Wow, I'm so glad to be done with Apts. And for the first time since we've been married we will have a dish washer and a food disposal. I know I've been so deprived all these years, but hey, at least I get my dishes done bc I know if I don't do them as soon as they are dirty I have to do hours of dishes later, so I guess hand wash isn't that bad.

cooking up a storm

you can never have too many helpers, right?

FHE memories

These pictures are suppose to be in reverse order but I forgot to do that while I uploaded them, so start from the bottom up...

In an effort to capture some family moments I pulled out the camera and asked Tom to smile for the camera. Of course Tom can never take the camera seriously and he pulled these shots every time I checked the camera between trying to capture the sweet moment...so much for sweet more like silly.

We were having chocolate and marshmallows for our FHE treat. In an effor to get a good picture of dad and julia, this is what transpired. Looks like everyone got in on the fun!

Little moments

We've been doing a little here and a little there, but mostly we've all kind of been doing this all day.