Carl's hands provide for our family. They change diapers, wipe noses, bathe kiddos, do dishes, change sheets, deliver mail. And they are so so nice to hold and to be touched by.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
His arms
I love Carl's arms. They hold me when I am sad and have the power to comfort. They are strong enough to hold both girls, the diaper bag and whatever else needs to be carried.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Carl
So, here is day 1 of my 14 day journey into "what I love about Carl."
I love that Carl is the consummate family man. He would rather spend time with me and the girls then do most other things in this world. I love that he wants to be with us, play with us, and create memories with us.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Not so hard really...is it
It is really not so hard to post something on this blog every once in a while...perhaps even every 6 months, so why don't I do it? I sit here on the computer each day looking at other peoples blogs and get so sad when they don't have anything new posted...and yet neither do I. So my March resolution is going to be to put something on here at least 2 times a week. Now I will just have to think of witty and funny or interesting things to write...yikes!!!
I know!!! As an homage to my friend Emily, who in February wrote 14 things she liked about her husband, I am going to do the same thing....although, I am going to be gone on our women's retreat this weekend, so I will have to start the list on Monday.
Well....that is all for now, I hear a diet coke, some popcorn, an orange and some TV calling my name...or maybe it is really Cassidy crying, either way, gotta go.
I know!!! As an homage to my friend Emily, who in February wrote 14 things she liked about her husband, I am going to do the same thing....although, I am going to be gone on our women's retreat this weekend, so I will have to start the list on Monday.
Well....that is all for now, I hear a diet coke, some popcorn, an orange and some TV calling my name...or maybe it is really Cassidy crying, either way, gotta go.
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