My how things change in a year. I am sitting in my grandparents guest room in Golden, CO, with Ben's white noise machine cranked so loud it sounds like we're in a thunderstorm in here...to drown out the sound of little lyle grunting and me typing. And it feels like I was just here. But it was a year ago and I was reflecting on my trip, my desire for a second child, my readiness to be back home. And now, I look down at little lyle sleeping soundly. God is good.
Can't help but wonder what life will look like next year.
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About Lindsay
Foreward (By an anonymous, bossy friend): My friend Lindsay is a witty, insightful, honest writer and I'm forcing her to start a blog. I think that the stories she has, the life she experiences and her outlook on most things is worthy of being shared. She is quotable. I quote her a lot. She is funny. I laugh out loud at the e-mails she sends me. Post #1 here is an e-mail she sent me. Oh, and Sweet Ben is how she refers to her first born, a big source of her happiness and inspiration for many of her more recent stories.
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