Moving onward....

is not always upward.

And where I am in life, that is just fine by me.

Even moving backward.

Lately is not entirely wayward.

Currently in mental negotiations.

Moving onwards or backwards...

a move. STUCK. on. hold.

How many babies in the Otterlei home.....?

"Ethan, how many babies do you want?"

... we've had this conversation many times.

He gives me the peace-sign... "Two."

Without fail, I jump into my tantrum...

"Two.... no, that's too predicable. Freddy goes to football and Betty goes to ballet. Three, we need three to add to the mix. Throw things off!" I was the third wonder in my family... still holds no standing in my defense.

"Well, you would count as the third child financially speaking."

--- blink --- blink --- blink ---

Trying to decide if this is a dig at my endulgent side or a brilliant joke from hubs... you can only imagine what kind of screaming and tickle torchure ensued!

well, wait a minute.... 3rd child financially speaking... hmmmm. ;)

Love. These. Moments.

Dying beautifully

They say you die the way you live. If that is the case, oh my. This girl will be going out in true DRAAAAMA style. Being around a lot of precious new life and untimely death, it has made me think about both ends of the spectrum.

Dying beautifully.

Living beautifully.

In that order. One in the same.

Thank you Jesus.