I recently took some family portraits here, and just bursting to show you. But all in good time.
We've definitely got a rhythm going here. Finally, it's been so long in anticipation. As a result of me working as hard as I can at Starbucks I've earned the right to a set schedule. Working from 4am to 10am means I have the afternoons open to wedding plan, visit with friends, and work on the ever growing To-Do list. Sometimes I feel like that thing has a life of it's own. James and I work the same schedule at night and often carpool to work in New Braunfels. Just the twenty minute car ride each way makes up for the days when I can't see him at all. As soon as I get home at night I crawl in bed to get some sleep before my alarm goes off at 3:10.
Okay... 3:25.
Rhythm is a good word. The house I live in operates on one. It's hard to say schedule, because there is not a schedule. However the morning has it's pace, the dishwasher gets unloaded in the morning and runs at night, it's quiet here at some point every afternoon about 2:00. The laundry comes and goes as do the crowd of people each Saturday night after Zach comes over to wash the floor. I get up early knowing I'll be back to take a nap in the afternoon.
It's getting cold again, the rhythm I like best.










