Sawyer and I were just remembering an incident from the last time we lived in this house (yes, second time, same house, Fort Leavenworth). A squirrel somehow made his way into the house while Mike and I were in downtown Leavenworth playing board games at Meriwether’s. Sawyer and Sadie, using Sawyer’s light sabers, corralled the squirrel under our giant blue bookcase. Then...they trapped it by surrounding all of the openings with board game boxes. Our neighbor, Dan, and I showed up at about the exact same time. We created a path with furniture which lead from the bookcase to the side door, meanwhile there was a flurry of activity beneath the bookcase, boxes were shaking. We all took our places, brooms, light sabers, chairs...and moved a box. Our plan worked and the squirrel scurried across the dining room and out the door. Good times, good times.
My Michael is coming home . You can't just say it. You have to SING it. Tomorrow my tall, strong, gorgeous, husband will be here and it will be beautiful. He will nestle into the life of our family and we will have him with us, here, in our house, in our family . He'll help put on jammies and read stories, and tutor Jane in math. He'll take me on dates and wrestle at least one child during sacrament meeting. He'll snuggle me in bed at night and nuzzle my neck while I'm doing dishes. We'll go for walks and play games and watch movies and do fun family Saturday stuff. He'll help carry a kid down to the car and then he'll drive while I put on my makeup ! We love him, we know how much he loves us. We can't wait! Don't worry, I won't work him to death. I won't make him cook dinner every night for the next 10 months or hand over the kids and take off to the spa for the weekend (tempting, but... no). We just want him HERE. I kee...
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