Matt is a gardener. A crazy gardener. But a lovely gardener at that.
Just two seconds ago, he walked into the house, Sweet Peas in hand and said "This is the greatest flower smell. It's just so delicate."
He has filled 7 vases and put them on our bedroom dresser. He claims he's responsible for the flower arrangements around the house. Just this morning, before 8am, he'd cleared 2 "old" bouquets and refilled them with new, fresh flowers, all from our garden.
This might be a blog about parenting, pregnancy, my life or my opinions... I haven't really decided. I just know that it's a place to put my thoughts and things I want to remember when the Alzheimer's kicks in. Updates will come not too frequently and of random nature.