We take turns ‘planning’ an event for our anniversary each year. Last year was a great, boozy getaway that I had planned (also known asthat time I pretty-womaned my husband). So last month I jokingly reminded my husband it was his year. Jokingly because I’m toting around an almost full term belly and all the pregnancy symptoms that it can possibly accompany. But he took the opportunity and drafted the inlaws for a couple nights and planned a trip away for us. The grandparents reluctantly agreed (note: sarcasm is flying off that page and smacking you in the face) and the countdown to ‘two meeks til gramma’s farm’ began. 


Our anniversary heels right on the day after our LJ’s birthday. So after way too much ice cream cake and a monkey birthday hat that was (and is being) worn everywhere but to bed we were ready to take off on our anniversary morning.

In the same panicky (my panic) routine we always have to get ready morning departures, I was packing some clothes in Levi’s room, Conor was in there with LJ who was jumping on the bed and laughing at him trying to get her dressed. He looked over and shouted ‘oh hey!……Happy Anniversary!’ It was sadly like one of those commercials about how kid-chaos can take over your life with the rosy undertone of all the amazing things that come along with it. I totally didn’t start getting emotional or anything…. besides, I save that for listening to Stuart McLean talk about wheat



Her friends know her has their nerdy girlfriend who gets day drunk at ladies' lunches. Shawna gave up her career to be a stay at home mom to three kids under four. She is online sharing the questions she is asking around simple living, simple style and simple health. Candid about marriage ish, momfails and God's grace.

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