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The house is still. Not even the stove rattles. The babe has finally given in to her last cry. Bodies are resting. The house is still minus the keyboard chatter. Because apparently I have something I need to say.

I told Mr Smith recently that we need to work on our marriage. I'm afraid we got lulled into complacency. I just reminded him that I would like to work, but together. I want to work to make good memories, lasting memories of time well spent building and creating. And I don't care if he doesn't like romance, I threw away my Pride and Prejudice novel a long time ago (not really why would you do that) but I need romance a little now and again too. The sweet kind.


And I might have told him that women don't always know what they want, but when we're sick and it's our birthday, we definitely want you to do something special for us even if I already bought myself a gift. Just remember that for next year. Remember that I'm alive, even if barely {drama}

I'll forgive you since I'll be out of town for yours this year.

I find that I need a grateful journal every time I get sick. Because holy cow the world becomes depressing. And by world I mean my little tiny dot of existence.  I watch every one else who is involved in creating life as they set up their first home, are expecting a baby, traveling and exploring. 

And then I think of my life here in Hickory. 
And at first, it's depressing.

So then I started my lists of goals and gratitudes


I gave birth to the cutest baby on the planet and my job is to play with her all day. 

I married a strong, disciplined & righteous man. Do you know how hard that is to come by?

He also went to the store at 10 PM for fever reducer. I didn't even ask. Actually I told him he shouldn't.

I could eat anything I want and get away with it. Like 5 oreos.

I own a Mark II and get paid to take pictures.

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Morning walks. Weekend bike rides. Weight lifting.

Daily scripture study.

14 day meal plan

Day trips to new places. Outdoor adventures.

More crafts. More creations.


So basically, all we have to do is focus on the positive.

But we are just so dumbly human that we want to think about all the things that aren't exactly picture perfect. It would be nice to erase picture perfect sometimes.
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