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It Has Been Decided, By Me Of Course

I think this whole blog everyday thing is pretty stinking ambitious on my part. I like to think that most of my posts are of some value (perhaps just to me but still, value none the less). There are times that it's just fluff. Meh. So what. I think I'm going to take one night off a month from blogging. Sometimes, something comes up and you don't even think about the choice. It's a no brainer. I had one of those times last night.

I got to hang out with my brother in law, Pedro Juan. We talked for a couple hours and it was just like old times. We were serious, we were laughing, we just had a great time talking and hanging out.

We haven't been able to do that in such a long time. All of us, hang out as a family. We miss it and now that things are changing for the absolute better, we can try to make up for lost time. Hopefully the he and the husband can start doing some things together again. The husband missed his brother so much. I've missed him. My kids have missed him. But he's home now, with his family, who love him and will always be there for him. Cause that's what family does right?

You know it.


i am very mary said…
What about a guest blogger a couple of times a month?
Mama said…
Lindsey said…
so you know you should send me an email and fill me in, right?
Steph said…
Well hopefully it stays this way, thats all I can really say. And I think he is more comfortable hanging out my hubby more than me, perhaps cause he knows Dakota doesn't really judge him, not that I judge him, but I think he has guilt. He didn't even come in and say hi to me last night. Oh well.

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