what i love most about my home ...

a need.

it has been far too long since my phalanges have touched the ivories. gosh, I miss it. 

(this song was played at our wedding. enter warm fuzzies. *sigh*)

oh, baby!

I am smitten. Plain and simple.
I know, I know. I'm only  23. (and?) I know, I know. I've only  been married alittle over a year. (so?)  I know, I know. Motherhood is not only  giggles and rainbows. (well, duh.) I know. But that doesn't stop me from conjouring up a splendid little image of brown curls with a smidge of red and freckles in tiny little patches and chubby cheeks and legs and fingers and toes. It doesn't help that I often read a sweet little blog about a mom who loves "way more than you know" her precious little baby girl. And it doesn't help that a little lady gave me an adorable owl baby tee and that everytime I see it, I feel like its just missing something (like curls and freckles and chubby chubbiness). And it especially  doesn't help that I am surrounded, at least once a week, by cooing and crying and suckling. By tiny fingers that grasp so tightly and tiny eyes that open just so slightly. Once, twice, occasionally three times a week for the month of September, I will be shadowing a mother-baby nurse for my final hoorah preceptorship of nursing school. And after just two shifts, I have that twinkle that just won't stop. I've got this little bubble of L-O-V-E growing and growing inside of me for life's sweet miracles, and I cannot WAIT to share it with our future baby O. Now, I'm not saying that a baby O will tumble into fruition anytime in the near future (unless it's a God thang, of course). No. What I'm saying is, when I experience a mother's love for the very first time, its truly going to capture me in ways I cannot even fathom. And that. just. thrills me!

*pic found via Pinterest

eight and a half decades, people!

Maw Maw turned 85 years young yesterday!

And I must say, ain't she as cute as a tiny little eighth note button?

 

Oh, I just L-O-V-E that lil' woman. :-)

homeless?!

via Etsy.com

We are officially homeless! So why are we bonafide hobos? Well, let me explain...

Approximately 2 months ago, Lockheed Martin (the husband's employer) uprooted us from our sweet little home in Slidell, Louisiana and placed us in temporary living in Niceville, Florida. So the search for a new house began and we were so happy to find, within just one month, a house that suits our needs and our wants perfectly. 

The catch, you say?

Yes. The catch.

The catch was that we would not be able to move into the new house until the end of July even though our temporary living contract was going to terminate at the beginning of July. This left a 3 week gap during which we would be H-O-M-E-L-E-S-S.  Oh goodness. 

Enter my lovely parents.

My parents happen to own a 39 foot, fifth wheel camper trailer and were gracious enough to let us make it our 3 week home. (Thank you, thank you, thank you Mom and Dad!)  So for the next three weeks, we will be residents of good ol' Rocky Bayou State Park.  And in case you're wondering, we're not completely hating it. It's really nothing short of a little hotel room on wheels. Comfy bed...check. Cute little kitchen...check. Air conditioning...double check. And a commode...thank goodness for that!

Other than the lack of Internet access, showering in the public bathhouse, eating Lean Cuisines and take-out for practically every meal, and having the (grody) chore of dumping some...well...not-so-pleasant, um...stuff, there isn't too much to complain about. Yeah, we may be 'technically' homeless but it's more like a crazy "roughing it" adventure of sorts.  And as for the best part? We're in love and we're together. Plain and simple. :-)