year eight

B, As I start this post, you’ll be eight in one hour – at 1:06pm. (Which, you should probably feel extra loved because I don’t remember when your brother was born. I’d bet 3:28pm, but that’s probably not right. Poor second child.) Eight whole years, my sweet firstborn. This past year has been one of… Continue reading year eight

ten

Ten years ago today, on a clear Las Vegas night (after an afternoon monsoon), we married. Joey was 25 and I was 24 and holy bananas that feelsΒ so young now. The girl in that picture knew we had it all figured out, that marriage would be sunshine and rainbows for us because we knew each… Continue reading ten