In all directions everything's green. Well, except for the flax. The purple and white heavily carpets sections of the woods. Everthing smells fragrant, fresh, and alive. You can hear the river rolling past but its too far into the dense forest for you to see from here. You wander down the blacktop trail with your three year old nephew laughing behind you. You swirl side to side, race and jolt, and his laughter is contagious. Moments like this make me really excited to be a mother.
My sisters, mom, and I had a tickle fight. Ages 46, 25, 23, 17. Yeah, we're very mature in the Schuler home.
Jessica asked me about my ideal man. I told her half the stuff on my list on one of my previous entries. She said "Jeff's right. You're too picky." OUCH....
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