Wow, I recognize my complete and utter silence in the blog-o-sphere. All I can say is sorry, life has been crazy the past few weeks...who am I kidding, it's been crazy the past few months and all the craziness is adding up and making the final weeks of my crazed existence that much less doable without nearly going crazy myself! But, the end is in sight. Today at 4:00 starts a 3 day weekend in which I plan to a) not travel anywhere, b) sleep...a lot, and c) exercise...no really, I will...ok, I'll at least take Kaylinn to exercise and so one of us will :) But back to the task at hand...
Day 26: a photo of your favorite subject in school
Was there an ocean involved? I was there. Oh, how I miss diving. You get spoiled living in Florida where you can literally walk off the beach and dive under the water...somewhat similar to how my dad and I dove at Cayman Islands...
ahh, to lay on the bottom of the ocean and look up at the surface watching your bubbles float to the top...I need to go to the Caribbean...
Was there an ocean involved? I was there. Oh, how I miss diving. You get spoiled living in Florida where you can literally walk off the beach and dive under the water...somewhat similar to how my dad and I dove at Cayman Islands...
ahh, to lay on the bottom of the ocean and look up at the surface watching your bubbles float to the top...I need to go to the Caribbean...
One month from tomorrow we will be leaving for Panama. This picture inspires me to pray.
This is a picture of my mom and I. When I grow up I want to be the person she always believed me to be able to be. I want to be the person that she imagined me to be when she looked at me the way she is looking at me in this picture. No one on earth looks at you the way your mom looks at you. I am blessed that I had 32 years for her to look at me that way. That is all I have to say about my first Mother's Day without my mom.
The one thing I can say I truly want to do more than anything else while on this earth is kiss the sweet little feet of a baby that is mine. The path through which my child becomes mine is not as important as they fact that they are in fact...mine. What God has in store for me as far as that category of life is yet to be seen...but I trust whatever he has in store is what he knows is best for me.
