Focus on the Friends - Itchy

Meet my friend, Leslie. Marshal has always called her 'Itchy', and the name has stuck.  

We were paired together fresh out of high school as roommates in college.  Oh do we have stories to tell.  From dead dogs, biscuits and gravy, shower pranks, traumatizing our RA, camping trips, pet sticks... the list is never-ending.   

We've grown up now, are married, moms, and professionals.  Leslie inspires me.  She is genuine.  When you talk to her you get the real deal - she is honest, fun, and funny.  She is a sister to me.  She is an amazing wife and mama. 

I love you Itchy.  Thank you for being my friend for life and my sister.  Thank you for still loving me, even when I have been dumb, and even when I make fun of your phobias.  Thank you for letting me be myself:  the good, the bad, the ugly, and the ugly hair over the years. 

You're My Best Les <3 p="">
       

Mason's 4th Birthday

 

Spidey party at Papa and Grammy K's house!

Followed by....  BIRTHDAY AT THE ZOO!!!

 

 

Mason is silly!  He loves to play with his brothers, and loves superheroes.  His Pete is still his absolute best friend.  He is a strong boy - knows what he wants.  He is also very sensitive to the Lord.  He knows how to pray, and knows how to hear the voice of the Lord.  He loves family days and especially likes wrestling with Daddy. 

 

Mason, you amaze me every day.  You are already the joy of my heart.  I can't wait for life with you - to see how you grow and learn.  I'm so proud of you.  Happy birthday, baby.   

Kinder Chapel

 

Pledge to the American Flag - ready, begin...

 

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America

and to the Republic, for which it stands

one nation, under God, indivisible

with liberty, and justice, for all.

Soccer 2013

 

I'd hate to brag, but it IS my blog, so I guess I have the right to do so.  Marsh is one cute little athlete.  Not gonna lie.  A bit talented.  He scored most of the goals this year in soccer, averaging 4-6 a game... which says a lot since no one was (supposed to be) taking score.  We're not competitive either.  Marsh was our offensive star, and his friend Finn was the defensive specialist.  Each game consisted of four quarters, each lasting five minutes.  Parents show up late, with puffy eyes, lawn chairs, and coffee.  The game (term used loosely) closely resembles the herding of cats. 

Marshal: "So coach, if I kick the ball into the net, we score?"
Coach:  "Well, yes.  But we don't really keep score."
Marshal: "How do we know who wins?"
Coach: "We don't have a winner and a loser."
Marshal: "Then why do we play?"

[...that's our boy!]