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Month: July 2010

happy anniversary!

happy anniversary!

I can’t believe it’s only been 4 years since I walked down the aisle to meet my beloved at the altar! It seems much longer, but in a good way. :-) I have loved being married to you, Paul! (I had planned to write more, but our wireless router is about dead in the water… I have spent a very frustrating morning trying to get websites to load!)

giggles 1 and giggles 2

giggles 1 and giggles 2

Paul took this video about a month ago, when Beth and Maddie came to visit, and the five of us went to Chick-Fil-A for dinner. It makes me laugh every time I watch it, to see Savannah and Maddie crack each other up. And a picture from earlier that day, when we were playing Little People in our den:

Lurtl

Lurtl

In honor of my little brother’s 25th birthday yesterday, I am posting this lighthearted story I wrote during my senior year of high school. It was inspired by him, and if you knew him back then, then you’ll understand exactly where I was coming from. :-) I love you, AJ! —————————————- Lurtl By Ashley P., April 2001 Alex lounged in the chair, listening to the speaker. It was getting late, and he feared that he was already beginning to change….

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dear Savannah: eleven months

dear Savannah: eleven months

Dear Savannah, Today you are 11 months old. I can’t believe you are almost a year old! I know I say this every month, but you are getting so grown-up! I forgot to mention this in last month’s letter, but you have two teeth now! They came in with nary a fuss. It makes sticking my fingers in your mouth a little more painful, though! But your teeth help you enjoy lots of tasty things. You don’t care for the…

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chick-fil-a stalker

chick-fil-a stalker

So recently a few weird things have been happening. The other day, I saw a plastic bag by the step at our carport door. Thinking it was a bag that I had used to clean out a bit of trash from the car, I ignored it. The next day, we were leaving and the bag was on top of the step. Paul said it wasn’t his, and I knew I hadn’t moved it, so I picked it up. Inside was…

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