Doing the dishes.

I don’t ever want to be anything but honest. So here is an honest story about my struggle with the dishes. The overflowing sink full of soap suds disguize the patterns that paint the beautiful color and the true peaceful and happy emotions the dirty dishes could posses. Inside the tub lay hidden knifes ready… Continue reading Doing the dishes.

When little eyes are watching.

I generally don’t like pictures of myself, let alone candid photos. I get a twist in my gut of self-consciousness and usually delete it upon viewing. I know I really should kick the habit, but admit it, nobody truly loves every selfie that they take. Recently however, Munch has learned to steal my phone and… Continue reading When little eyes are watching.

What does 4 years of marriage look like?

Do you love me? Duh. You’re so romantic. I know. I love you! Thanks. Why wont’ you say the words? Why do you need to hear it when you know its true? Call me pretty. You are. I am with you, arnt I? Yeah, but that doesn’t feel the same. Well, I know what I… Continue reading What does 4 years of marriage look like?