Fell in love with this little guy!
Sunday, August 14, 2022
Saturday, August 13, 2022
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
It's our Anniversary day all day long!
As typical, our day was up, down, up, and down. Thankful for these fun moments I captured.
Emma posed us..."Pretend you're the cool kid Dad, and Mom you're just chillin."
Chatty!
Peaceful alone time waiting for the boys. Emma, I'm sure is chatting Dane's ear off!
Back from the mile-long hike!
It was sweltering in the car! So we played "Freeze-Out!"
Friday, July 29, 2022
Fall weather please!
I'm looking forward to the MCR concert in October! This dreadful heat is killing me softly.
Lyrics
See the man who stands upon the hill
He dreams of all the battles won
But fate had left its scars upon his face
With all the damage they had done
He dreams of all the battles won
But fate had left its scars upon his face
With all the damage they had done
And so tired with age, he turns the page
Let the flesh submit itself to gravity
Let the flesh submit itself to gravity
Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay
Let our blood invade if I die in pain
Now, if your convictions were a passing phase
May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays
And as the vermin crawls, we lay in the foundations of decay
Let our blood invade if I die in pain
Now, if your convictions were a passing phase
May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays
And as the vermin crawls, we lay in the foundations of decay
He was there the day the towers fell
And so he wandered down the road
And we would all build towers of our own
Only to watch the rooms corrode
And so he wandered down the road
And we would all build towers of our own
Only to watch the rooms corrode
But it's much too late, you're in the race
So we'll press and press 'til you can't take it anymore
So we'll press and press 'til you can't take it anymore
Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay
Let our blood invade if I die in pain
And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies
Take his body as a relic to be canonized
Now, and so he gets to die a saint
But she will always be a whore
Let our blood invade if I die in pain
And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies
Take his body as a relic to be canonized
Now, and so he gets to die a saint
But she will always be a whore
Against faith (antihero)
Against all odds (as if it must be pure)
Against change (we wander through the ruins)
We are free (the guiltiness is yours)
Against all odds (as if it must be pure)
Against change (we wander through the ruins)
We are free (the guiltiness is yours)
You must fix your heart
And you must build an altar where it rests
When the storm decays and the sky, it rains
Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away
And as we stumble through your last crusade
Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?
And as the swarming calls, we lay in the foundations
And you must build an altar where it rests
When the storm decays and the sky, it rains
Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away
And as we stumble through your last crusade
Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?
And as the swarming calls, we lay in the foundations
Yes, it comforts me much more
Yes, it comforts me much more
To lay in the foundations of decay
Yes, it comforts me much more
To lay in the foundations of decay
Get up, coward
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
She's home!
After spending almost a month in the hospital, she has finally returned home! We spent some time doing things around the house and then snipped some of her beautiful hydrangeas to take home. Chloe and I loved our time together as well. It was nice to relax and take a breath before returning home to the chaos and sweltering heat!
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