Steve-irina...

Recently I have been into running, painting, cooking, reading, and creating.

Of those things, many great and wonderful things have been born. 

I have found that I love to create, I love to see the beauty that my hands, my own hands can create. 

I painted a doodle that I drew: 

I decorated a cupcake that I didn't bake:

I was innovative and created a clothes line when our dryer at our apartment complex died, and it was laundry day:

And the most yummy, I made a really good chicken:

I love chicken:

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When I wake up early enough and have time to go for my run (which I successfully ran 3.1 miles this morning) I find I have more time and the frame of mind to see the beauty that is growing all around us:

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Life is so good you guys.

Matt and I both LOVE our jobs. 

We both feel that there are so many doors opening and waiting to be opened.

We have so much promise and yearning for a good future. 

We are so blessed and so loved. 

We have so many blessings, it is hard to count them. 

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I have recently been reading a ton! 

I have loved getting to know these characters. 

The Lucy's, Susan's, Edmund's, and Peter's. Tris', Al's, and Estauce's. 

I have loved reading quickly and seeing their adventure unfold with each passing page. 

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I want to be a mom you guys. 

There is this hard and deep yearning in my heart to be a mom.

I want to be a mom so badly, it hurts, really hurts. 

Last night, I broke down. 

I cried over my want to be mom and of my fears about it possibly not happening. 

Every "what if" was running through my mind, every question without answer.

I have a hard time with the unknown. 

What if...pregnancy only goes as far as a miscarriage?

What if...we don't get pregnant for years?

What if...a pregnancy results in an ectopic baby?

What if... if I never have my own children?

What if...I am never a mom?

What if...

What if...

After a good cry, I felt better. 

Although, I think fairly, I secretly will always have those fears till I have babe in arms. 

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We bought a puppet at the summerfest on Saturday:

His name...is Steve:

While the husband was away, I made Steve-irina? Sing "Opera"