just a peek..

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First pic of my guy and I. This is at the weding and we had a marvelous time. He is so handsome. There are two pics of Jack and Andy. One of them working on a ceiling fan for Allies room and the other was from Fathers day morning. I love the pic in the garage with Jack rididng his bike and Andy fixing his extension cord. I dont think there is a better Fathers day card than this. Jack just rode his bike around and around Andy and they gave high fives every pass. FYI JAck is in his underwear which if you know us is nothing new. He just cant seem to get his pants back on after the potty- so as long as he goes on the potty- we can master the pants at a later date.
The flowers were my cigarette flowers for the week. I buy myself new flowers as a reward for not smoking. They cost about ten bucks a week and the cigs would have been at least 40 at the cost of them now so, add a little pretty to my kitchen. The last is a pic of the kitchen where I spend 75% of my day when I dont work. The fruit bowl Missi made me at school, the napkin holder was from my dads funeral (Yeah weird huh) it held a small arrangement of flowers, I thought, NAPKIN HOLDER !!!!
The funny thing is probably the pic of my guy on the counter. It is always there, I leave it there to remind me of a few important things.
1. I love him.
2. This was during our trip to the keys when we first met and I love the look on his face, It reminds me of the old days.
3. When I spend my days alone with our boy I am reminded that Dad is out working somewhere for us so to say hi to my handsome guy is not so tough. Plus the Quartz counter top is even more beautiful with him on top. I have more to say but holding on til later.
We are having July 4 festivities here so if you are near, or far you are invited.

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