23 April 2013

baby steps

Sometimes doing work on your little house means that when attempting to lug sheetrock through a tiny kitchen, the toaster is knocked off its shelf and into your face.

But you know what? Headache, swollen forehead and all, I was still just blissfully happy to wake up in the strong arms of my hardworking hubby this morning. No matter the state of our home, or the stress on our weak-nerved animals, we have all that matters in the world.

PS: The only thing those pictures have to do with anything is that they're downright adorable and make me happy. Artie can barely go five minutes in the same room with Dallas without saying "oh, she's so cuuuuute" or "auntie, I love your dog." That Dallas accepts his [sometimes rather forceful] expressions of admiration just makes me love our dog all the more too.

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