I find myself forever describing Hunter as our wild child. And he is just that. Continue reading “Let the wild rumpus begin!”
It was 2013 and we were going non-stop with our kiddos. They were mature enough at this time that we could pack up & go last minute and we did. We went everywhere, Lake Amistad, down the Rio Grande, Seminole Canyons, it was outdoor fun!
It was December 9, 2017 and the family was all decked out in their best. The boys in boots & ties, our daughter in her lace evening dress and the hubby in his leather vest and cowboy hat. We were down to the last five minutes of “we need to get on the road now!” The family was patiently waiting in the truck while I was still inside. My hair was done, makeup set but I was still in my slip.
Ah, it’s that time again….
Once the count down is over, the kisses have landed and the champagne has run dry, it’s time to once again set unrealistic goals.
The fun and much anticipated pre-school stage. Or as I like to call it, the horrible 3’s.
I love Hunter and I adore his personality. I wouldn’t change anything about him because I know who he is right now will change soon and I will look back and miss those days with him. Sometimes though, he’s a tough cookie to handle. He is not only defiant, he is fearless and outspoken.
The Florida Everglades – Explore by airboat, see alligators & crocodiles & soak up nature.
We ventured off as a family of five into the Florida Keys during spring break, March 2013. Here we were, two small children, a teen and a minivan.
I can close my eyes & remember every detail of our first meeting. 1996 and I was a freshman at La Pryor High School. I was shy, awkward and lacked style (my mother picked out my rocky jeans). There I was sitting in Mrs. Blair’s English class when all the girls began to giggle and whisper. And there he was, this boy, a new student to the district. He was athletic & chiseled to say the least. His hair was dark just like his eyes. He smelled heavenly but manly. He was everything a young farmer’s daughter could dream of. I couldn’t help but stare often at him. We had almost every class together and he was the center of attention in each. I caught myself day dreaming about talking to him but hadn’t worked up the courage. Continue reading “The beginning”