I've been thinking about a dress I bought a few years ago, specifically for a concert. It was such a lovely shade of purple, and it had pockets. I have a serious thing for dresses and skirts with pockets. I loved that dress. I had a lot of fun with it. But I ended up sending it to the thrift store with a bunch of other old clothes before we moved to Denver. I hadn't thought about it much, until recently. I'm pining for my old dress, and regret getting rid of it. Is that weird? To mourn a piece of clothing? Oh well, I miss it...
I didn't really make any new year's resolutions until about 2 weeks into January. Then, on a whim, I decided I wanted to read the Book of Mormon 5 times, and I want to take more pictures of Mr. Boss and myself, because there are hardly any of us together. Please hold me accountable for these goals.
I have this conflict going on inside my head, concerning Z's hair: To Cut, or Not To Cut. That is the question. Boss says no way, and I usually agree with him, because I can't bear to part with that soft, blonde shag. It is so wild, and always gets in his face, but it's so cute. So. Cute. I'd love for all of my boys to be clean cut, respectable, put together... But it suits him so well. And it makes him look like baby Thor. So the conflict rages on.
Life has thrown us some serious curve balls as of late. Being a grown up is so stressful. It's hard not to wish for the old days when I hardly had a care in the world. But difficult as things are, I am still happy with where I'm at. All I have to do is look at my little family, and I know I've got everything I need.
I know that everything will be okay, it will all work out. Things look scary right now, and we'll likely struggle for a while, it will be difficult, and we will have to do hard things, but we'll make it through. (I'm doing my best not to complain... “No misfortune is so bad that whining about it won’t make it worse.” ― Jeffrey R. Holland)