Why I Love Old Men

Well if you read my sons’ bio, you know I have a thing for the male gender. But more specifically, I have a thing for old men. A big thing. And I don’t know why because I love being a girl and love all things feminine. But I also love the way boys are. I […]

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Crying on the Kitchen Counter

I found myself crying on my kitchen counter this morning, and while I can be known to regularly tear up at movies or sweet stories, as a whole, I am not a girl who cries.┬áIn fact, I am normally pretty darn cheery. But today, I just couldn’t hold back the tears. And when my husband […]

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To Be So Loved

I ran my first half marathon on Sunday, and it was quite awesome. At least, it was for me. But for my little son, it wasn’t. You see, he just wasn’t sure what to think about all the coming and going of his mom. When I drew near to him, he was happy. But when […]

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