This Week's Favorites

Favorite photo...

Favorite quote...

While rattling off a list of a hundred and one things that needed to be done before
Isabelle's birthday slumber party tonight, Shawn patiently listened to me and
then responded:

"Babe, it's cool.  Everything will be fine.  It's just a birthday party.  We're not
hosting Lollapalooza 2012 in our backyard for God's sake." 

Favorite links...

Carley's list, "Five Things I Know at 25", is just 25 different kinds of 

right on.  

Have you been reading longest acres?  Trust me: you will love it.  Kate and Nick and 

life on the farm, it's just beautiful.

Natalie's reasons for blogging are from my own heart.  

The sweetest proposal for the sweetest lady.  I am so excited for 

Wendy, Wytmer, and Hannah!!

Favorite songs...

Favorite moment...

After a long day at work, nothing seems more enticing than the thought of my big, comfy 

bed.  After a hot bath, a few chapters of my new book, and a cup of tea, I rested my head 

on my soul one's chest and began to drift away.  The bliss was short lived, however, as 

we were soon awakened by a crying Isabelle who swore up and down that monsters 

had claimed her room as theirs.  Into the bed she climbed, right between her mama 

and daddy, in the place where she feels safe.  We drifted off to sleep again only to 

be awakened by a crying Brees who swore up and down that she needed a midnight 

snack RIGHT NOW.  Into the bed she climbed, right between her mama and daddy, in 

the place where she feels safe.  I soon found myself with 2 inches of bed to call my own, 

Brees' arm thrown across my face, Belle's legs across mine, Shawn snoring like a grizzly 

bear.  I let out a big sigh, willing myself to just fall asleep despite being terribly 

uncomfortable.  And then Shawn rolled over, wrapped his feet around mine, the only 

body parts we could reach between the babies, and he whispered, "I love you, Liv.  Love 

you so much.  Isn't this so nice?".  And he went right back to snoring.  And I thought, yes, 

this is so nice.  Our bed is full of love, full of my favorite people.  

I suppose there's not much to complain about.