I am a married, 46-year-old mom of three kids. Those kids just insist on getting older and bigger--who gave them permission to do that?
Some days I still wonder how that happened. Wasn't I just 17?
I love the idea of cooking gourmet dinners every night. It doesn't always happen. Okay, maybe it happens once a week. And that might be stretching it as far as the gourmet part goes. Lately I'm just slinging hash--some of us eat at 5:00, some of us eat at 8:45. Some of us eat at both times!
Although I wouldn't call myself a cookbook collector, I have a shelf full of cookbooks that would support such a claim. They sure look pretty on my shelf while I don't use them!
In 2016, I took up running. I aim to run three times a week. I usually have to get up before the sun to make it happen. So worth it!
I am always reading at least one book. I love mysteries. And anything set in England. Before, during, and/or after WWI and/or WWII.
I use the word "dude" too much. Also, "bro." My use of these words embarrasses my children.
I love getting mail--letters, not bills. So I occasionally write letters, because you have to send in order to receive.
I love writing lists. I have many little notebooks for the lists. I have passed down this love of notebooks to my kids. This love has now blossomed into bullet journaling. And my oldest child just started setting up her bujo last week!
I love going to the beach, but I am terrified of rip currents and melanoma.