It’s about time…
Life has been hectic, alright? Plus, the spacebar on my keyboard sucks, which makes me hate typing. Plus, if you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all.
Life in the Beesley household is at a fever pitch. Bridal season is in full swing for Colleen, not for me. Well, for me, too, I suppose. There are wedding dresses everywhere. Colleen and I, both, regularly dream about wedding dresses.
Then compound wedding season with working for a company in bankruptcy, going through major philosophical changes in business practices, downsizing to the point of nearly cutting our extremities off at the knees and elbows, and having morale as low as it can possibly be and that leads to a pretty stressed me. Doesn’t really make me feel like writing.
But, I come home and I see these cute little faces and everything is (almost) just perfectly fine. I’m trying not to sugarcoat that one, they are pains in the bootie, but they do it while being tremendously cute. They say the most amazing things, they do the most amazing things, they think the most amazing things, they are the most amazing things to look at. I just want to come home (most of the time) and just squeeze them.
I took the kids up to the cabin this weekend to avoid the 100 degree of Raleigh, a few thousand feet up and we’re, miraculously, twenty degrees cooler. Hours upon hours of riding bikes, building tents, watching movies, blowing bubbles, that’s what my weekend entailed.
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