Since returning to blogging, I'm finding some drafts lost in the archives of this ole' blog. It's interesting to read and think about the day, time, year....when I wrote this specific post. What was I feeling? What was I thinking? This specific post was drafted on March of 2016...Ana was around 7 years old. That was almost 5 years ago! This sweet little girl turned 12 last week. As I read through the post, I remember that feeling of "rushing", a lot of it was in my mind but I also was rushing...kids to school, boys doing some sort of sport, Ana was taking dance, helping kids with homework, no need to go on. You get my point. This was 5 years ago! This was a year before we left our town Gainesville, Florida to explore the United States and Mexico. A lot has changed since then and looking forward to catching you all up on everything. So here we go... Most of the time I find myself barely living in the moment. That's if I don't purpos...
Let's just say that we didn't plan to spend Thanksgiving at home this year. I think the last time we celebrated in our own home was back when Moriah was a baby. Yeah...that's about 18 years ago or so. Let me tell you....W e absolutely loved it! Here's a little run down on how our plans were miscommunicated. You see...Donnie and I didn't communicate our Thanksgiving plans very well this year. He had forgotten that we had spent Thanksgiving with his side of the family last year so that meant it was time to drive up to Jacksonville and spend time with my side of the family. With not much talk of our T hanksgiving plans, I hear from the kids that he t old brother or dad not sure who that we would be heading down to see them Thanksgiving. This conversation happened just a few weeks before Thanksgiving. Kids: Hey where are we going for Thanksgiving this year? Me: Ummm....I think it's Jax. ...