Life with boys. Married to one, raising one, and one that is brand new. Gotta love it.
I am 30 years old, married with children. If the 20's are for finding yourself, I think it's happened just in time. Up til now I've kind of felt like a poser. But, these boys . . . Ry, G, & O . . . they've helped me become who I'm supposed to be. Being part of their lives, helping them know they are precious and loved is what I am supposed to do. Everything else is extra to that primary goal.
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posted by shannon | 3:29 PM
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Oh come on Shannon...you don't have to be embarassed, we're all just jealous. Yeah that's right-
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhtttttt.
I totally missed that comment, so you being a former southern girl I just have to ask, "What so evva did you mean?" :)
;-)
Oh Shannon, you saved us all. I am so glad you clarified that before any of our husbands read it. I'm certain their response would have been - "Why can't our activities be nightly too?"
I thought all the Arnold boys did "it" nightly... and while wearing tarzan trunks.
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