I'm a hugeeeee gal's gal. I love jewelry, clothes, jewelry, purses, big flowers nearing the size of Alabama, shoes and jewelry. My family and friends understand this about me and did a lot over the years to feed into what some experts may call my addiction. Every Christmas or birthday a few people would pick out something so perfect, offering the right amount of gawd, glitter, or glistening perfection that it was clearly made for me. Now like the sweet feeling of upping the carat count someone else came into my life and not only accepted these same perks and quirks of mine but embraced that this was the way I would probably always be. This guy quickly figured that, Hey, if you can't beat 'em.. build it for her.
I’m lying in bed, next to a snoring husband and my baby girl dogter sprawled out cozy as can be, while the rain falls down upon our roof. Gone are the days of spending a Saturday night downtown at a club, throwing beers back in a honky think, or galavanting around to anywhere with the lights on. And I’m not mad about it. Not even a little bit. There is tilt no place I’d rather be than with hunter, Roni and our comfy sweet little home happily netflixing and writing this here post. It’s a good feeling indeed. I count my blessings extra on nights like this and say a few additional prayers for love and comfort to continue on. I truly don’t ask for more than health, happiness, and love. Anything else is gravy. To simple blessings for all.
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