glass half full

Today I was having a, crappy weather-my child took a very short nap-kind of day. My sweet friend Diana reminded me that these are the days when you should list the things that you love. Today I love the pear tree in my backyard and the beautiful pears it produces. I also love the freshly cut roses sitting on my kitchen window sill that I cut from my backyard. And in actuality, this day isn't so bad. The dreary day and short nap helped me appreciate the bright sun more when it peeked out and the extra time it gave Jack and I to get in a game of baseball, or it might have been the phone call I just received saying, "honey, let's go out for dinner and have some family time." All in all my "bad days" are just days where I haven't seen the good in them just yet.

2+5+5+17= a little slice of heaven

Just got back from a blissful two weeks with the Knarr clan in PA. One of the weeks was spent at the beach and was filled with many many memories. How could 29 of us under one roof not result in a lot of memories?! I feel so lucky to have such an amazing, loving family. This year's color scheme for our annual family picture was reds, whites, and blues, going for a Tommy Hilfiger look, not so much a replica of the American flag. I think all in all we pulled it off, except I guess Mark and I were the only ones that got the navy blue memo. Also, it's usually me setting the self timer then jumping in the shot, but this year we found a willing stranger on the beach to take the shot. More pics to come! Miss you guys!

Gack Gack turns 2

Happy belated birthday to my little man. I love your requests for a kiss and then a hug, how you still need a hand stepping up a step, but can swim out to the deep end all by yourself (floaties on of course..we're not Michael Phelps). I love how you recently joined the club of train lovers and how you pick up anything looking remotely like a camera and say "cheeseburger". I love your scowls and your over exaggerated giggles, your love of books and balls, how you say your prayers so seriously, and how you mimic everything we do. I love how you run to wherever music is playing and cut a rug jack style and how you excitedly point out everything beautiful in life that I fail to see. I love you Jack Jack.

I managed to get a few picks of him after church a few weeks ago. He will always be our little man.