No perfect ending

My house was a mess this weekend. I just wasn't in the mood to do anything other than be by my kids and husband.

But today we were having company and nothin' spurs this chick on to clean the house more than company.

So I got to cleaning. I cleaned our living room, our bathroom and the kitchen. In one hour. This job usually takes me an entire day but today...today it took an hour.

I started wondering what the dealio was. Why was I able to get everything done in an hour that will normally take me a whole day to do?

What was different?

Josh was here to take care of the girls. During the day when I'm here with them and trying to clean they are needy.

They need me.

To answer questions.

To wipe noses.

And bottoms.

To find the matching sock.

And to tie shoes.

To cut food into itty bitty pieces.

To hug.

And kiss.

To say "no-no!"

To read books.

And read some more books.

To change diapers.

And bathe.

To brush hair.

And teeth.

They need me to "watch this!"

and kiss owies afterward.

To follow them around.

And around.

To repeat myself.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I find it all very exhausting and challenging.

And I'd love to end this post with some wonderful heartwarming sentiment about how I wouldn't trade it for the world and it's so rewarding and on and on.

But I'm not going to.

It's hard work. This being a woman. Being a wife. Being a mom.

I'm scared everyday that I'm failing the people in my life. Especially my little people.

I need to find a way to do better.

Pictures of sleeping arrangements

These pictures still don't capture it but better than nothing I suppose.






So up above there's room for the girls to sleep head to toe. Where Josh is at is where we sleep. I sleep up against the wall because the fridge is to the left (not pictured) and Josh would be too scrunched.

Yesterday was a long day of driving but when Josh was loading hay we found a way to stay occupied.








Sugar got a very good idea and pulled the mattress out to make a slide. They played on that thing for close to 45 minutes.

We're now headed toward home with a load of hay. It's delivery location is about an hour from where we live. I don't know if we'll go home tonight or not.

We got showers last night. Ahhhh. I forgot to pack shampoo and conditioner so we had to buy some at the truck stop. My word!! I paid nearly 5 bucks for stuff I could've gotten for 1.94 at Wal-Mart. All four of us fit and Spice only screamed for a little while.

Speaking of Spice, we lost her pacifer for most of yesterday and it wasn't a big deal til bedtime. How in the world can you lose a pacifier in a truck?! Geesh. After nearly an hour of her crying we finally found it. Praise be to God!

The weather has been icy in places but so far so good. Yesterday we were so far east in Idaho I could see Wyoming! We were in a town called Tetonia. Look it up, geography lesson for the day. :)

Okay, enough of our boring life for the day!

-- Post From My iPhone

Sleeping in the truck

When we started this whole truckin' thing nearly 10 months ago {where has time gone?!} the biggest issue we faced was where we'd sleep. Granted the sleeper has what look like bunk beds but it's a little tricky.

The bed up top is very narrow, nearly half a twin sized bed I'd guess. This seems like a great place for the girls but when the truck is moving I'm nervous we'd have to come to a sudden stop and they'd go flying off the bed.

Putting the girls in the same bed wasn't working because they kept each other awake, so one kid would sleep with me and the other with Josh. It worked for the girls but not so much for us.

The upper bunk folds up part way and looks like a little cubby. Josh decided we'd take one mattress out of the top bunk-making the cubby deeper-and put the girls up there to sleep. Theeeen, he'd take the extra crib mattress we own from our house put it on the bottom bunk with the extra upper bunk's mattress and we'd have ourselves a bed down below.

{the bottom bunk had no mattress because Josh took it out so the girls' carseats fit securely. we move their carseats at night to the closet.}

Sunday night was our first night trying out the new sleep situation. It works beautifully! Everyone is cozy and comfortable and I don't have to feel like I'm going to shove my skinny husband off the bed with my not so skinny self.

We like it. Lots.

And I'm thankful for Josh's creativity to find a solution for our wacky sleeping issues.



-- Post From My iPhone

Truck Time

The four of us are in the Peterbilt. It's 9:30 pm on Sunday night. It's cold and rainy outside. Trying to snow even. The girls are in their carseats, Josh is driving (obviously) and I'm trying to be positive about the week ahead.

The week ahead consists of a stop in Northern Idaho to unload styrofoam insulation (spendy stuff!) minimal showering opportunities, truck stop stories, new (and hopefully improved) sleeping arrangements, a crockpot and a chicken.

And hopefully NO plastic bags.

Dear Lord, pleeeaase no plastic bags.


-- Post From My iPhone

The randomness just won't quit

How about some more randomness since I just don't have anything exciting to write about? (do I ever?)

I have four loads of laundry sitting on my bed. I slept with them last night. They aren't folded. They are sitting there, clumped up, getting all wrinkly. (is that a word?)

Josh is on his way home from Utah right now. He's taking a "short cut" to get home by going through Nevada. I say "short cut" because whenever my husband takes a short cut he lengthens his drive by at least one hour. On one family vacation it resulted in an extra TWELVE hours. Yes, twelve. We still laugh and talk about it. Today even. I reminded him what his short cuts do but he thinks this one will be different.

Thinking of calling him and placing a bet.

The neighbor's llama hasn't been getting out lately. The other neighbors must have complained. I would have liked to because the dumb thing ate my plants in my front yard. He was good for too many laughs though to tattle on him.

On Sunday as we were pulling into our driveway we were greeted with a cow hoof. Oh? You don't believe me?


Yes, that's right. It was at our house. Who knows where it came from but I love that it ended up in front of our house.

We had friends over for dinner on Sunday night and they were telling us a hilarious story that makes the scene from Napoleon Dynamite not seem as bad.

Carlos (friend that came over) was saying how he and his BIL were out having a cow butchered in the front pasture. The rendering truck came and the cow is hanging there, everything spilled wide open when they hear a school bus approaching.

Sure enough the bus has to stop at the railroad tracks right beside the pasture.

Yes, the poor children were scarred that day. Am I awful to say I was laughing so hard at this? Had my daughter been on that bus she would have had quite the story when she came home from school that day!

Today I put pig tails in Spice's hair for the first time. They've been in for nearly four hours and she hasn't taken them out!

Because I feel I've had poor blogging material for you lately I've decided to go in the truck with my husband and children next week. If you'd like to send me a straight jacket, feel free.

I asked my mom if I'm the same on my blog as I am in person. She says yes. What say you?

I should be making food for next week but I'm blogging instead. You see the things I do for you? ;)

I thought I was going to be able to file my taxes today then realized I have one more statement coming. Boo. Looking forward to our refund!!

Neighbor's chickens are outside. Actually, they are roosters.

The laundry is still on the bed.

I'm thinking of getting rid of my iPhone.

I'm thinking of writing.

I want to go to a blog conference sometime.

I want to go to Tennessee. Soon.

Josh and I have heard people rave on and on about Nacho Libre. We watched it. End of story. But that's how I felt about the first time I watched Napoleon Dynamite, too. The second time I laughed so hard I cried. Maybe I need to watch Nacho again, huh?

I'm hungry.

I've been consuming corn tortillas like they're going outta style lately. I eat them at breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Last Friday evening we went to the grocery store for a couple of things and this couple kept staring at us. They were friendly enough so it didn't bug me but I noticed they just wouldn't quit. Finally, when we were in line to pay she came up to me. I thought maybe she wanted pointers on how to get the awesome look of the ponytail I was sporting or ask where I got my cool sweats from or how I get Spice to behave so horribly in the cart. But no. She wanted to know what bottle of wine we had in our cart.

Then she asked if I'd walk her to it. Then she told me her name and shook my hand. Her name was Mary.

And she was nice.

And I think it'd be nice to have another bottle of that wine.

A Bullet-Point(less) Post

• It's 72 degrees in my house, yet I'm freezing.
• Josh and I were in Costco on Sunday and past the section with the fancy shmancy razors. He asked if I wanted one and I informed him I don't shave often enough to feel right about spending $30 on a razor. "I know. Maybe then you would."
• I bought a pair of jeans at TJ Maxx the other night and decided that a bottle of anti-depressants should have been free with purchase.
• I've been encouraged about my husband's job lately. I had a rough couple of weeks where I just wasn't dealing well with him being gone. I don't know what happened but I'm doing better.
• The living room and girls' room has been rearranged today. If you know me at all you aren't the least bit surprised by this.
• Sugar saw a picture of my dad the other day and asked who he was. Broke my heart into a million pieces.
• I feel the Lord is telling me to do something and I'd very much like to ignore it.
• The only sugar I had yesterday was in the two Tbsp. of creamer I put in my coffee. I don't think it's any coincidence that I felt amazing all day and woke up at 5 am energetic and ready for the day. Maybe I should keep that up, huh?
• I'm going to a baby shower on Saturday. I love babies. And I love the girl who's having a baby.
• My mom is moving nearer to us and I'm quite excited! It'll be nice to have her over for dinner more and to hang out and have someone be close to watch my girls if I need.
• Whether it's been 3 am or 5 am I've been getting up with my husband to make his breakfast, lunch and sometimes his dinners. When that alarm goes off I want to smash it but I've been reminding myself to love Josh more than I love me. Why is it so hard?
• For four and a half years we've been driving 90 miles round trip on Sundays for church. I really wish there were a Calvary Chapel in our town.
• I have a hot date with my SIL Treena on Feb. 5th. I'm stoked.
• I exercised the other day. Well, I exercised self-control the other day. I drove past Starbucks, waved, blew her a kiss and didn't stop. (you didn't really think I'd exercise, did you?)
• Our kitchen remodel is going to be fabulous. We keep coming up with more and more ideas that we love. Should be complete just in time for Jesus' return.
• After I get Josh's paycheck tomorrow and pay bills and fill my van with gas, we'll have $29 until next payday. Woooo-eeeee!
• I'm planning my birthday. It's 4.5 months away and I already have the day planned out. We (me, myself and I) are going to have a fabulous time!

Typical Saturday in Our Life

We moved into this house on November 18, 1999.

I was 19.

Josh was 21.

And we didn't know the first clue about owning a home. But here we were. A house that no one liked but us. We could see the potential. My husband has always been quite the dreamer. Within a few months we started in on the first of 10 years worth of projects.

We've seen the eye rolls, heard the "pfffts" and watched the blank stares. That's okay. That's why we live here and they don't.

Fixing up a house when you've no clue what you're doing is trial and error. We've had lotsa trials and quite a few errors but nothing that wasn't eventually able to be fixed.

One issue we have with projects on our house is that we start them, work for a bit, get the project mostly done and then we see a butterfly and get distracted.

Here's a list of things that I can remember we've done to the house:

Gutted the kitchen. Boarded up corner windows, took down all paneling and drywall, removed homemade cabinets, re-sheetrocked and put in a new window and all new cabinets and new flooring.

Gutted the living room. There were corner windows in the living room also. We boarded those up. Put in new windows, a new slider, took down all the paneling and drywall, took out the red/orange carpet and replaced that. New sheetrock (paid someone to texture it since we were under a time crunch and Josh was working two jobs so he didn't have time before the carpet was to come.)

Gutted the bathroom. Kept the old tub and toilet. New bathtubs are shallow and short (like me!!) and just aren't as good a quality unless you can spend billions. We can't. We did get a new vanity, flooring and a window.

Gutted one bedroom, put in a new closet and ended up carpeting it right before Spice was born. It had yucky hardwood flooring that we were never able to sand down. :( So we covered it instead. Also installed a new window.

Since I'm a horrible do-er of laundry and our laundry area was in our unfinished basement, Josh plumbed in our washer and dryer into our room. Our room is the only room on the main level that does not have new sheetrock but it does have new flooring.

While we did remodel our kitchen there wasn't anything (at the time) that we could do with the size of it. It's a decent sized kitchen until you put a dining table in it. Then it's kinda squishy (also like me!!)

A few months ago Josh mentioned he'd like to knock the walls out and open up the room. To do this would mean moving our two stair wells. The one going up and the one going down. Huge undertaking. HUGE! I let him talk, let him dream. And tried not to get excited because it sounded so good. But seemed so far off. I told him that all I cared to do next was our entryway.

When you first walk into our house you can head to the dreaded unfinished basement or head left into the kitchen. To the right is the pantry. The entry is small and was kinda botched together when they built the house. None of the sheetrock lined up, they'd painted it a light pink and then a green right before we moved in. I've since painted it white just because the green made me want to vomit.

A few years ago we had a friend (in truth, a drifter Josh picked up) come over that needed a place to stay for a few days. He wanted to do some work around our house as payment (yes, we charge for visitors) (ppffft, kidding) so Josh had him install a new front door. In the process Nolan needed to bust up some of the sheetrock in the entryway. It's been ugly and busted up like that for three years.

The entryway is the ugliest part of our house. Of course that's my opinion, those who've been to our house might say otherwise. Anyway. Saturday I decided to take out all the sheetrock and start over.

Yes, random fact about me, I can install sheetrock, mud and tape and texture with the best of 'em. Ask my husband.

So, off I went with a nail puller in hand and a Shop-Vac nearby.
Sorry, these pictures are taken with my phone and some turned out a little dark. This is my front door, complete with Christmas wreath, and our naked carport and dangling paddle/peddle boat.
This is the pantry. Josh put shelves in it for me and a rack for the mop and broom. This pantry cuts into our bedroom and Josh thinks it was probably an after thought in building the house. After we're finished with our huge project this will be a doorway. You'll walk in and to the left will be the stairs to head down or straight across you'll walk into the laundry/guest room. That way guests can work off their stay by folding our clothes. Please visit anytime.
This is the part I hate. The random pieces of stuff they've slapped together. It's very odd. Please don't look too closely at what is in the basement. You'll see the top of my sister's fridge but actually you won't since I have a ton of junk on top of it. Oops.
This is after I've torn out some sheetrock.

My husband couldn't leave well enough alone and decided it was just time to start that kitchen renovation.

This is the back of the staircase that faces the living room and heads upstairs. It had been covered with a thin piece of paneling so this was our first time seeing what was underneath. In this picture you can also see our basement and all my sister's goods. ☺ You can also get a peek at Josh who is pulling the stairs off!
When you walk into our house now this is the first thing you'd see. Normally it's a paneled wall, now you can see straight into our living room!
In this picture on the right the stairs are completely gone. To the left is the kitchen wall that will be coming out, opening that entire area. The walkway you can now see into the living room will just be open area. The kitchen/dining/living room will all flow together. We'll move the staircase going upstairs into the hallway, blocking the entrance to our room/laundry room. That's why the pantry will be turned into a doorway to that room.

It's a crazy move on our part. Most people think it's a dumb idea. My mom and sister came over today and let me talk out our plan. They love the idea and I thought it was funny that they weren't shocked. "It's what you guys do." "It always works out." And it does. It takes a long time and Josh and I bicker over it but we have fun working together and I'm so stoked about this project.

I'll update as we do stuff. I'm sure it's going to be a wild ride!

The Day I Scarred my Children for Life

At age 29 I figured I knew pretty much everything about myself that there is to know. I mean, I have spent these last 29 years with myself. Surely I know me by now.

Right?

Wrong.

Growing up my mother instilled a certain irrational fear, if you will, into my sisters and me. Excuse me if you've heard this part of my story before but I must tell it. I remember being nearly eight years old and hearing my mother scream, watched her run past me and proceed to throw herself on the couch and aim a squirt bottle at the wall behind me.

Because of a spider.

Now that I have children of my own I've tried very, very hard to be calm when I see a spider. It's taken a great amount of self-control that I don't possess in many other areas of my life but when I see an eight-legged, creepy crawly thing I try to hold it together. I don't want my daughters to freak out over spiders the way I have my entire life (thanks, Mom.) I want them to be calm about uncomfortable situations and deal with them in the way they need to be dealt with. (like a cast iron pan to the cephalothorax)

My friends, there are times and places to be in control of one's self. Last night, in my home, was not one of those times or places.

I had gone downstairs to our unfinished basement to put away one last Christmas decoration. On my way back up the stairs I grabbed Shadow's (our golden retriever) dog food bin. A big garbage can. I was too lazy to go upstairs, grab his dish and come back down to fill it. Figured I'd just take the whole thing up with me. I proceeded to stick my hand down into the bin, reached for the plastic cup and scoop up some dog food. Instead I scooped up

a MOUSE!!!!

Mind you, this photo was taken by my husband 2.5 hours later.

I screamed when I realized I had just scooped up the mouse and not dog food. I screamed while I was talking to Josh on the phone. Especially after he told me to just scoop 'im up and put him outside. Uh, hello. NO.

And I may have screamed a little (1 hour) later when I decided to drag the garbage bin full of dog food outside to the porch.

And maybe once more when I thought he'd jumped out of the garbage bin. (sorry, Amy Beth, my text telling you he'd jumped out was wrong. Indeed the little bugger had just burrowed into the cup and I couldn't see him anymore.)

Mind you, my children are at the dinner table witnessing these horrific events.

Sugar says to me, "Mom, is it a big mouse or a little mouse?"

It's HUGE, I want to tell her.

"It's just a little mouse." I had to tell her the truth.

"Well, it's just a mouse. You'll be okay." Says the girl who has seen Ratatouille onetouille many times, obviously.

Josh came home and quickly proceeded to stick his hand down into the dog food, picked up the cup and started talking to the mouse. He asked me if we were going to keep it.

Are you FREAKING kidding me?

"Him or me, Bud, him or me." I'm sad to say my husband had to contemplate that one.

"Well, come outside, we need to say goodbye to him."

Uh, what???

Sure enough, the guy wants to set the vermin free. He nearly let him loose in our wood pile! When I screamed (yes, again) that NO, he would not be doing that, he then went out into our front yard and let him loose there.

"Bye, little buddy."

Seriously, see what I have to live with?

Josh tells me he learned something new about me. After 13 years together it's still possible to not know everything about each other, I guess.

"I didn't know you were afraid of mice."

"I didn't either! But the screaming sure proves I must be."

I'm not proud to admit I'm a sissy la-la. But I totally am.

And 25 years from now, Sugar is going to blog about the day she was sitting down at the dinner table and her mother ran past her, screaming and holding a cell phone while a cute, little mouse nibbled on some dog food.

Could be me

Josh used to work a half mile down the road from our house. He'd leave our house about 6:55 am and return home around 5:08 pm.

Each morning he'd get up, make his own breakfast, sit in silence drinking his coffee then make his lunch and head off to work. There were days I'd get up in time to see him off to work but, sadly, they were few and far between.

Now he leaves on Sunday or Monday and occasionally gets home during the week but for the most part I don't see him until Friday evening. It's tough. It really is. During these winter months with the freeways and highways being covered in snow, ice and freezing rain, I think it's best us girls hold down the fort here at home.

There are days I'd give anything for him to work a half mile from home again. I tell myself I'd get up at 6 and make his breakfast. I'd make his lunch, too. Then I'd kiss him, hug him and tell him to have a wonderful day.

I've thought about this quite a bit lately. Even more so since last Thursday.

Josh called me while I was with my mom last week and told me a very sad story. A story that breaks my heart and makes me realize I need to let my man know each and every day how much he means to me because life is so short.

There's a guy who works at a dairy where Josh delivers hay on occasion. Nice guy. Age 30. He married his high school sweetheart and they had three kiddos, twins and a singleton. Most mornings he gets up on his own, makes his own breakfast and lunch and heads off to work while his wife lay sleeping. Last Wednesday, however, his wife got up and made his breakfast and they spent a little time together. Before he left for work he touched her face, kissed her and said goodbye.

That was the last time Nick would do that. He died a few hours later at the dairy. I think it's wonderful that she got up that day. I know the Lord nudged her sleepy head out of bed that morning. What a precious last morning they had together. I'm sure she'll always be thankful for those few moments they had together that day.

Please pray for Nick's wife and their three daughters.

Then let those you love know you love them.

One thing I'm certain of, if Josh were to work close to home again, I'd be making more of an effort to be up with him during those wee hours of the morning.

It's been a no good very bad day so here's a list to make me feel better

I've had one of the worst days in history.

It's been bad.

Real bad.

I've journaled it. Breathed in. Breathed out. Cried a snotty cry and tried to nap.

I started to feel better until I realized Sugar sprayed Spray 'n' Wash in Spice's mouth. I don't know how much but I'm trying not to freak. Then Spice fell of a bench I have in the living room. She's beat up pretty good and smells like Spray 'n' Wash to boot.

I refuse to have another snotty cry so instead I decided to list to you the things that were in my junk drawer this evening. I decided to clean the bad boy out and was quite into it thus the Spray 'n' Wash ordeal.

Ready? Okay. No judging, alright?

• Thanksgiving cards
• Inflatable flamingo (don't lie, you have one, too.)
• Invitations
• Thank You cards from Sugar's 3rd birthday (a year and a half ago)
• Spice's immunization card that has zero immunizations in it
• A baby rattle
• Lightbulbs
• Twix-It clips
• Apple slicer
• Both girls' umbilical cords in baggies (I have issues)
• Ice cream scoop
• Fly catcher
• Artificial leaves
• States and Capitals flashcards
• Nails (not the fake finger kind, the kind you pound in a wall)
• Check stubs
• Highlighters
• Ear buds
• Roll of film (used)
• Sugarland CD
• Racal Flatts CD
• Chris Cagle CD (all three ended up in the garbage)
• Sharpies
• Stapler
• Staples
• Whisk
• Birdhouse lightswitch plate cover thingy
• Charger for Josh's blue tooth
• nuts and bolts
• Replacement bulbs for Christmas lights
• A die (like dice but just one)
• Pastry Cutter
• Address book

I emptied everything out. Threw a bunch away then organized the rest and put things where they belong. Gotta admit most stuff belonged in the trash-ola. I know you're all dying for me to send you the inflatable flamingo but it's just not gonna happen. She's already heading far far away.

Now, I must get back to my pity party. What's in your junk drawer?

Bloggy Birthday (girl) Winner

Every time I've picked a winner for the Bloggy Birthday Giveway it's been through random.org, oh and then there was the one time that I wrote all the names on paper and Josh picked one. (I won't mention here that the winner never got back to me so I just gave that gift to my SIL)

ahem.

All that to say, I've never just picked a winner. Random.org has done it or my husband drew a name.

This time I'm changin' it up!

In my recent giveaway post I asked that you tell me what your favorite gift or part of Christmas 2009 was. All of your answers were wonderful. Christmas was pretty special this year, huh?

But the one that got me was this:

"My favorite gift...hmmm...
I did receive a lot of very nice gifts for Christmas and I do love each and every one of them...
then there is spending time with my family on Christmas morning...watching my boys faces light up each time they opened a gift...
I think my greatest gift was watching my dad this Christmas season...see this is his first Christmas as a Christian...his first year of opening the gift of Jesus...what a blessing for him and me :)"

Kristie, I love that your dad has Jesus in his life. I love that you got to share his first CHRISTmas with him. So awesome. And...I also love that your birthday is tomorrow.

And because I love you and birthdays and giving presents, I pick YOU my friend for the winner!

I'll ship your goods tomorrow even though it won't be warm enough to wear flip flops to the post office. Because that's just how much I love ya.

Happy Birthday tomorrow, my little Cupcake!

We now return to our regularly scheduled bloggy birthday giveaway

In the craziness that is the New Year and Christmas and life in general I almost spaced the fact that my birthday is coming up!

That is, until yesterday when I realized IT'S ONLY FIVE MONTHS AWAY!!!

But I'm not excited or anything.

Un uh.

I lie. I am. I'm so stinkin' excited. I'm over half way there!

And to celebrate the fact that in 5 months minus one day I will be the big 3-0 I give to you my dear friends...

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Let's do the business part first and get to the fun stuff in a minute. It's pretty simple:

1. Leave a comment
2. Make sure you check back here on Wednesday to see if you're the winner
3. Send me $500.
4. Oh, did number three actually show up? Oops. My bad.
5. If you win, email me @ truckfamily@gmail.com with your full name and address and
I'll ship your goods as soon as it's warm enough for me to wear flip flops to the post office.

Kidding. You know, mostly.

Now for the fun part:

At the beginning of December I hosted a Pampered Chef party and was able to get an extra gift for one of you!

This is a fun little decorator bottle set. It comes with three tips, writing, basket weave and rosette. My consultant also said they're interchangeable with Wilton tips, so if you have summa those, you can easily attach 'em to these cute little squeeze bottles.

Fun, huh?

So, if you'd like to win this for yourself or re-gift (as it is still that time of year) leave a comment telling me your favorite gift you received for Christmas or if you didn't do the whole gifting thing, what is something you'll remember about Christmas 2009?

I'll go first. ☺ Josh and I did not exchange gifts this year and even though we were blessed with the most amazing gifts from family and friends my most treasured gift for 2009 was seeing my youngest sister. And as I'm typing this, the tears are spilling over yet again. I love her so much. See and speak to her so little even though we live 10 miles apart. She came to my house to pick up my mom and ended up staying for a little over two hours. My favorite two hours of 2009.


Thank You, Jesus, for that awesome gift.

Happy commenting!