kellyoxford:

I suppose this blog is really just for me.  It’s not very entertaining, but a place to put things.  To write little bits and post pictures of this year that I see my husband only about 3 days a month—at best.  

Two years ago I was complaining about seeing him once a week.  Less than a year ago I was complaining about only seeing him an hour a day.   I wasn’t complaining that much but it sure seems stupid now.  

This traveling for work has really taken a toll.  I try to be thankful for what I have:  a husband that’s willing to work just about every waking hour of his day for years at a time.   A healthy child.   That we still love each other.  Things aren’t perfect.  It’s difficult to run a house by yourself with a nearly 3-year-old boy.   It could be worse.  He could be in the service.  I could be a single mom.  I could be single and childless without a great person to miss.  At least there is that.  

3 days until he visits.  It’s been over a month.  Feeling pretty good, we’re both doing a lot of exercise to distract ourselves from missing each other.

“She got banged!”

-my new hairstylist commenting on my finished cut to the receptionist

I think I’d have remembered that part.  And no, she wasn’t purposefully making a joke. 

(via kellyoxford)

The 40 year old McDonalds drive-thru cashier saw Beatrix. A huge smile crawled across his face. He’s beaming.

Him: Oh!! A BABY!!

He leans out the window to see her, he waves at her enthusiastically, it’s honest.

Him: Hello little girl! HELLO!

He isn’t handicapped, he’s just into the baby, I…

Don’t worry, we were at a light!  

19 days until we get to see Gary!  <3

Strawberries from the farmers market, in season and grown locally.

They have ruined me for any other strawberries.  

When I was pregnant with Henry, my mom and I would walk the Farmers Market drinking unsweetened hot peach tea from a vendor.  We’d fill our baskets with everything in season and little homemade things like a suction cup mini-glass vase with copper wires wound around it.  

I’d get home and set down the bags, then eat an entire pint of strawberries in front of the fridge.