I asked my friends to rattle off some adjectives when describing my home. “Soothing”, “calm”, ” happy”, and, “Cozy, comfy, relaxing. That is your house.” Those are some of the responses I received which gave me some serious warm fuzzies and feels. That is all I ever wanted — to
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This post was written by Amanda Hervey. Be sure to visit her new blog, Amanda In Real Life, for her latest adventures. Kids, since you’re both sound asleep, let me whisper a little secret to you: I have no idea what I’m doing. I see how you could be confused.
It’s Friday and if your week was anything like mine, you need a good cup of coffee (maybe a glass of wine) and a reminder that life, though messy, is pretty great. This week at our house, my cell phone broke, the TV is still fried after last’s week’s storm