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  • All Her Parts

      Our baby girl turned 8 weeks old yesterday. People say she’s tiny, but she’s already grown so much to me.     I tried to capture her in all her little 8 week oldness.  She’s changing so much, so quickly.     Her daddy’s in love with her side profile.  And all the rest… Read more

  • Just Emma

    Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. Our days   zoom past. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. And I’m not just talking about EK either. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. Sometimes in addition to the aforementioned, we take pictures. And on occasion, I’ll get a request from a family member for more pictures of EK. They pretty much all look… Read more

  • 1 month old

    My Darling Emma Kate, I’m writing to you, my precious, even though I know you can’t read yet.  But you’re so smart, I’m convinced it will probably only take you another couple of months at the rate you’re going!    I want to capture your life and all its milestones, stepping stones, and rocky roads… Read more

  • 3 weeks old

    Our baby girl is already 3 weeks old, and has completely stolen our hearts. Read more

  • Emotions.

    The first time I watched the movie Raising Arizona, I couldn’t believe how stupid it was.  But, in its defense, I didn’t really watch it.  I busied myself with other things, catching snippets here and there while my husband sat in his chair giggling his little butt off at, in my opinion, bad actors. At… Read more

  • A New Body

    It made many trips down I-40 from Tahlequah to Pampa.  It rode in the passenger seat of a red dodge pickup and when that vehicle wore out, a yellow Chevy pickup.  When he died, it rode in the back of my vehicle one last time along with the potted plants sent with condolences and a… Read more

  • My dream

    Upcoming monumental events cause me a bit of angst, anxiety, and apprehension.  For example, each August I methodically prepare to meet a new group of second graders.  I hang posters, write out name tags, copy wonderfully engaging papers, plan ice breaking activities, and decorate my classroom door all in eager anticipation.  It seems that no matter… Read more

  • Gobble, Gobble, Wobble

    It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  Yes, I know the song refers to the Christmas season, but I disagree.  I believe the Thanksgiving season is the most wonderful time.  It is my favorite by far.  This thanksgiving, 2011, I am blessed beyond my wildest comprehension.  There has been loss. And there has been gain. … Read more

  • Blessings

    I have a hot drink, a quiet house, and a long to-do list, but I’m going to sit a minute and write.  I miss blogging.  If I had my ‘druthers, I’d stay home, write everyday, and make preserves; or some other similar lost art.  It sounds idyllic, but I’m sure it would get old after a… Read more

  • J-Dub’s Burfday

    Today my sweet husband turns 38 years old. Remember when you were a little kid and made homemade cards?  I’m still doing that.  Especially after I’ve already gotten home from town and forgotten the dang thing. He’s not home yet, because he’s still working.  That’s what he does.   Works his butt off.  The word… Read more