the dramatic

We had pizza for dinner tonight.  I made pizza for dinner, something the kids enjoy very much, not only because they love the end product, but also because there is mess all over the counter, little leftover balls of dough rolling around that they can play with.  Wheat Flour Play-Doh.

I love making and eating pizza - more accurately, I love making pizza so that I can eat it.  The process is not too hard, and I feel ever so much better about eating all that cheesy goodness if it lies atop a homemade wheat flour crust.  I get a little earth mothery about it all, feeling more than a little proud of myself for being so healthy! So invested in the health of my children!

I should know whenever I begin to travel that specific path that it’s not going to go well.

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this time last year: mother of the year (23. 08. 2007)

Yesterday was fifteen years.

As long as we’ve known each other, Bryan has kept track of the age of our relationship.  Four months, he said, that’s longer than I’ve ever dated anyone else.  What do we do now?

And now fifteen years.  And who would have thought that we would have spent the better part of our evening at the elementary school open house?  But that’s where 15 finds us; smack in the middle of the whirlwind of three kids.  And I love it, I love the life we’ve found, with all the ups and downs, dirty laundry, school supplies, and temper tantrums.  Most of all I love that he still loves me even though I still throw them.

Later last night we went to eat dinner with our kids and the Eubanks, who share our anniversary (which is just a little bit of magic to me).  It was cool enough to eat outside, and we laughed at how hot we all had been, years ago when we were all getting married.  We looked at their wedding pictures, which made me think where IS that wedding album of ours, anyway…?

Last night I told him that sometimes it seems so long that I can hardly remember a time without him right there in it, making me laugh even when I don’t want to.  And other times it seems so short that I can’t believe that all this life, this family, these friends have grown up all around us.  I know, it’s not rocket science.  It’s a terrible cliché.

But it’s also the truth.

this time last year: mother of the year (23. 08. 2007)

So, lately I’ve been having a little trouble with my feed.  If you don’t read this site with a feedreader - well, then this post is of no use to you (so sorry!) and perhaps one of these days I’ll do something useful and get around to sharing with you how you can make your life easier through the magic of said feedreader.

But for now - any of you who are already subscribed - might I suggest that you unsubscribe and then resubscribe using the link at the top middle of this page, or here…

You know me well enough to know that I have no idea what’s going on with it all, only that the dude stayed up way too late the other night and fixed it all.  He works wonders on the internets, friends, WONDERS I tell you.  Pretty soon he’ll have Elizabeth fixing my feed.

this time last year: fourteen (15. 08. 2007)