One night...
...we had to drive around for 25 minutes so my husband could get a picture of this. 
I smile when I think about it.
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A long time ago in a land not so far away, I tried to be a scrapbooker, and as a wonderful friend so eloquently put it, it didn't work out.
I adore my family. I am terrible about journaling, I stink at scrapbooking and all of those lovely and charming and not-so-much moments were slipping away.
I want my kids to know the love I feel for them and the times I cherish them. I want them to see themselves through my eyes.
This is my attempt at recording our musings and misadventures as they come.
I hope you enjoy our little corner of the internet.
I adore my family. I am terrible about journaling, I stink at scrapbooking and all of those lovely and charming and not-so-much moments were slipping away.
I want my kids to know the love I feel for them and the times I cherish them. I want them to see themselves through my eyes.
This is my attempt at recording our musings and misadventures as they come.
I hope you enjoy our little corner of the internet.
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