behind the music

Once upon a time, there lived two friends. We spoke the same language and went years dismissing the little voice. The little voice that spoke loud and true one fine evening. We have a lot to be thankful for - among the list? Open bars and the union of great friends. First came love.

With love in the air and stars aligning it was time for the next step. Dreamy and perfection.  Best. wedding. ever. It's true. There was a vote and we won. Hands down.

Fast forward. I got knocked up and become a beast.  Rather than talk about the same thing over and over again, or even mass email - I took the lazy girl's way out and started writing here. Finding it one of the best decisions I have ever made - even if it's just my mom reading.

Sometimes when you least expect it, life throws something at you that you don't think you can live through.  Then you do, and realize it only makes you stronger.  From a primary mode of communication to talk about being locked knocked up to communicating updates of the most difficult period of our life.  Some people talk to a professional ... I puke my guts out on the wild world wide web. 


6 years deep here I am. Still writing. Still thinking my mom is the only one reading. Still needing to get it out there, no matter who the audience is.  Things happen to me and the crew, now with an adorable, pest of an addition. I write about them. Mostly because it keeps me sane and also - it cuts down on chit chat. When I tell stories 8 times out of 10 I hear I should write a book - so here I am. Writing and if I print out the pages - boom. A book. I'm a girl about practicality, and not one for little words.  Now we are living in the 'Burbs and dealing with all the joys (and fears) of moving around, a lot, and raising a family. Falling in love and learning from the worlds most stubborn (healthy & happy)  little girls around is a daily activity.


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2 comments:

  1. You needed to do this! Your stories are hysterical and love the way you tell them :)

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