Shoved to Them
#7 was Baptized this weekend in our Oklahoma parish. (I miss that parish. It’s home for us.) She cried a bit during it all, but I wasn’t worried a bit. Oma said that was just “the devil coming out.” Must have been because that night she started kissing us. No devil = Slobbery baby kisses
Today is Valentine’s Day and I have a tradition of giving my readers a “little Valentine.” Here it is, his head.
I still want to find the smarty pants with the label maker who pasted his name on his pate. I’ll bet that guy is a hoot.
Tamales for dinner, a dozen striped roses, and red hots in my ice cream! My husband loves me.
I wrote him a love letter in long hand and then didn’t write it on the blog. He thinks I sometimes over share and that privacy is kinda hot. Happy Valentine’s Day, Computer Guy! That note was yours alone.
A couple different people have asked me for marriage advice this week. I listened to them all carefully and came up with the same starting place. Why don’t you start with more
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