To do editing/blogging/tweeting/face booking/watching my shows/laundry/all other house hold chores and still give quality time to Wyatt.
I wrote this poem about the hubster when we were first dating... awe memories.
My moms trees are blooming...
I also find my self zooming on Wyatt's eye lashes.
This poor old market has been with out customers for awhile... and now an old car has found its resting place there too.