Extra Butterflies Included

Extra Butterflies Included

 

milk glass with flowers

This week the twins and I spent 112 hours and 47 minutes discussing the middle school Valentine’s dance.

It’s all so new, this dance thing.  The first of many.  And so it goes without saying that it requires intense discussion and analysis.

Hours on hours of conversation on what to wear and is a dress too much and should you curl your hair or wear it straight or look all casual with a carefully constructed messy bun.  And then there’s the whole boy thing.  Which boy might ask them to the dance and which boy they wanted to ask them and does any one really even dance because they don’t know how and should they just do the nae nae?

And all those butterflies in their stomach.

Super important overwhelming stuff.

And somewhere about hour 97, the twins asked me a question.  “Even though I’ve been married for a hundred years, did I ever get butterflies anymore?

I laughed out loud and said yes.  Even now, I can still look at their father across a crowded room and see him smile at me with a twinkle in his brown eyes and melt just a little and feel a familiar flutter.

So today, I wanted to re-share one of my favorite love stories from the blog.

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What’s A Mom to Say?

What’s A Mom to Say?

 

If you are a member of the anti-wood painting club.

This is not the post for you.

If you have a visceral reaction to white, painted wood.

Cover your eyes and look away.

Quickly.

And don’t be a hater.

 

Oh wait.

I forgot.

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Pillow Project

Pillow Project

 

In the south we have a saying that we use when don’t really know what to say.

When we are loss for words with a situation that almost needs no comment.

….but yet…..a comment is required.

So when faced with a commentless situation where it’s necessary to say something…..we here in the south will simply drawl….”Bless her heart.”

 

Bless her heart.

 

It’s the perfect saying, really.  You can say so much with just that one little phrase.

Bless her heart.

I’ve said it when I saw someone at Wal-mart buying 17 dozen boxes of peeps at the after-Easter clearance sale.Continue reading