Dear Publix, I might be able to over look your high prices for the shopping carts that drive like a dream and free balloons
Dear Dog after Daylight Saving Time, You're not eating dinner! It's only 4:30!
Dear Pediatrician, I have small babies!
Dear Lady in Michael's that told me her 7 month old twin grand daughters are bigger than my kid, I have small babies! and maybe yours are a little chubby?
Dear Candy Corn Mix, you were worth every white chocolate coated bite over the weekend
Dear Matt Chandler, You make women of every age in Central Florida laugh out loud and get convicted every Thursday morning
Dear Liza, For a second I thought you were a genius baby for trying to put on a hat that you found. Then I realized YOU'RE JUST THAT OLD wahhhh!!
Dear Caris, I can see it in the near future.. your sister happily eating dessert while we wrap up your uneaten chicken for your breakfast tomorrow
Dear Bestie, I loved Face Timing with you. Wish we lived closer!
Dear REI, I will try to follow your lead. I'll try. I will.
Halloween--pumpking carving in particular--will always hold a special place in Our Story. Kent asked my dad to court me (yeaUhhh!) in the middle of October and shortly thereafter I led him astray (the first of many times) by carving a pumpkin with him. Little did I know that he didn't believe in carving pumpkins and if it wasn't for my striking good looks (winky face), he would've bolted for the door that night.
Here we are circa 2004. I'm sure he's sweating and trying to come to peace with the idea that he no longer had a secure place in heaven.
JOKES. Sort of. But we'll save the story of Kent's gospel transformation for another post.
And here we are 11 years later, teaching our pumpkin carving ways to our (IMPOSSIBLY OLD LOOKING) offspring.
I've been replaced.
Kent's always been a good sport when it comes to dressing up. Reason #481 why I love him. This was before youth group on Sunday.