We never get snow. Ever. Occasionally, they will tell us there is a chance and everyone gets all excited, but it never happens. We get a little sleet, and a flurry once every 5 or 6 years, but it doesn’t stick. EVER!So, when they predicted a winter storm and cancelled school, we crossed our fingers,...
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I am a craft whore. It sounds overly dramatic, but it’s true. I become obsessed with something, anything. Seriously, it doesn’t have to be cool. I must master it, or at least give it my best try, then I move on to something shiny and...
Jackson gave us the sweetest Christmas gift. He wrote us a poem at school. I think it starts with them picking a color, then picking all the things that color that makes him think of us. The sky, the waves, the blackberries, he gets us. He really gets us!