Twelve years and going strong! Wow, has it been that long already?! It feels like it has been 100 years 5 years, and I am looking forward to many, many more.
I look to you for many things. You are the wise to my crazy (always bringing me back to reality with my crazy schemes and ideas), the calmer of my crazy (able to talk me or the kids through any of our troubles), the peace to my crazy (letting me be in my crazy when I am not harming anyone else), and the sidekick to my crazy (always being there to be crazy with me). You can't be old and wild until you are young and crazy, right? Or is it old and crazy that can't be young and wild. Whatever it is, it's 12 years, baby!
I am still getting our money's worth on the dress. The people at Pizza Hut tonight probably thought we lost it.
Brock: "Oh my gosh, Mom. People are going to see you."
Me: "This is only the beginning of embarrassing you. I can wear my dress to drop you off at school tomorrow."
Teaching the kids how to slow dance. Daddy taught the kids how to "sneak it down."
Tried to dip Brock, and I ended up dropping him on his head.
Sneaking It Down
Sneaking It Down
Let's look back through the years, shall we?
