I can't help but wish for a Christmas like this one.

A mother's hands; the ones that care for you when you're sick and clap for you when you accomplish something. She cares for you and prays for you through out all those hard times in life. Then when it comes time, you care for her...She gets older and feeble and its your chance to give back to her, remembering all those times she faithfully cared for you.

Thanksgiving around here involves alot of front porch sitting. Every pot in the house is used and family is sitting everywhere. We love it.

I hate carrots....thats all.

I saw this photo on facebook with the caption "finally home".

one of my very own....

Election days used to always be one of my favorite days, because my daddy would give me his sticker. Today, though I voted for the very first time myself. I felt very accomplished to get my very own sticker(and to vote of course).

I try not to write about my running, its kinda of a pet peeve of mine. I love to run; but try not to brag on myself too much:) I was running today though; and got to thinking how much i love running with my dog. He reminds me how to run, and why I run. He runs wild and free; exploring everything and taking it all in. He runs without time restraints. Most of all though he runs because he loves me.