Cradle of love

I keep thinking that maybe, some day, having a little girl might feel more normal to me. The excitement and wonder will wear off just a bit. I just always thought I would be the Mom Of Boys. My previous blog was even titled, House of Boys, for crying out loud. I didn’t predict girly pink things in my future. Which would have been totally okay because I love my boys. I really, really do.

(Except when they are jumping on my furniture.)

(Or tracking in mud.)

(Then, my love, is questionable.)


Enter the $13.00 dirty, cobwebby, cradle from the Salvation Army.

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March 2013 067(Cora Janie’s suprised face when she caught us in the kitchen.)

March 2013 126Waiting, waiting, waiting.

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More baby girl fun. // Prompt: #ruleofthirds at #iheartfaces #PicTapGo #havenotshoweredyet #toomuchfun #thirdbabyfirstgirl


I love my life. It’s bigger and better and more beautiful than I ever imagined or dreamed.


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