My Good King

I have no excuse for not blogging. Just lazy. Sorry. I hope everyone had a relaxing Memorial Day spent enjoying our wonderful freedom which has come at a great price. I am truly so thankful for all the brave men and women who have given their lives so I can sit here comfortably in my own home and write this post and live the life of comfort that I do. And a special "Thank You" to all those who have served or are currently serving in the Armed Forces (including your entire family). I know it is truly a sacrifice, and I do appreciate it. I got to fulfill a little dream of mine last weekend, thanks to my family and a family friend. For over a year now I have wanted to take our family to the beach and have a family photoshoot. I just LOVE the beach, and sunset is the PERFECT time to take photos--the lighting is incredible. I just wanted to experiment and play around creatively to get some good shots. Well, I didn't get the shots I had in my mind--I wanted more "candid st

This was my lovely Ashley when I picked her up from school today. Does she have "teenager" written all over her face or what?! She's come home like this before and I just think it's so cute. :) Apparently one of her friends didn't get to contribute and was upset that her lip print was not included on Ashley's face. Is this some new fad I'm unaware of? Or did I miss out on this when I was growing up (that's entirely possible, lol!)? And the shirt she's wearing is from one of her best friends. They went on the D.C. trip last week, and she didn't get to go, so her friend brough her a souvenir. How sweet, huh?! (I'm sure it helped that the T-shirts were 7 for $10.00!).

Has it really been almost a month since I've posted? Oh my gosh. Sorry about that. I really have nothing to blame it on except laziness when the kids go to bed. But ... a lot has happened ... ... including my 40th birthday. It was a lot better than 30. I remember when I turned 30 I had sort of an identity crisis--as long as I was in my twenties, I was "young" and "hip." (well, in all honesty, I was never young and hip, but it was easier to fool myself into believing I was, lol!) . When I turned thirty, I remember thinking, "Oh my gosh, I'm OLD!!" I remember that thought haunting me for days before and after my actual birthday. This time it was like, "Yeah, whatever. Another year older ... another year wiser. It's fine." The best part of getting older is that I really am mellowing with age--things that used to stress me out beyond belief will hardly cause me to bat an eye now. And I truly like myself way more now than I did at 30. I