May 2, 2017

I'm behind on this blog.  I'm trying to catch up while also being bowled over by hormones.  I read somewhere recently where someone was advocating for journal writing (a prophet, maybe?) and he remarked that a few short lines a day was better than a long-winded entry.  A few short lines, he supposed, would be a habit more likely for one to maintain, and also plenty to keep a record of one's day to day adventures.

I'm definitely more of the long-winded type.  But I'm going to try the short and sweet this week.

Lance was crying and fussy so I stayed home from Austin's baseball game.  Greg went to help coach. I ended up sitting on the couch with Lance while he watched a show.  I read my book for a couple of hours.  My current book is called, The Language of Flowers.  I finished it off.  I highly recommend it.    The writing was beautiful.  The story was intense.

Greg's parents stopped at our house for the night.  We all stayed up entirely too late visiting with them.

My cute, cute Austin pitching his little heart out.  He LOVES it.