My nephew

This is my nephew, Griffin. He turned two in February. I love, love, love him! He is talking up a storm. He has been learning Spanish and English. It's a riot to hear him say Bonjour when he picks up the telephone. He can repeat everything you say. I can't wait to spend more time with him this summer.

Unconditional Love

This is my golden retriever, Denver. My husband and I adopted him from a golden rescue organization. He has a great personality and always wants to play frisbee and ball. We lost our first golden, Simon to cancer at the age of six. I was devestated and I didn't think I could ever love another dog the way I loved Simon. Denver, has won me over in the last couple of months. Denver never goes outside without taking one of his stuffed animals. He has quirky little habbits and hogs the king size bed every night.

Small Town

Everytime I see this picture it makes me smile. It was taken at my parents house last spring. I have lots of great memories there and it always makes me feel better. It is true after two days of being there I get extremely bored but I love it anyway. I grew up in a small farming community in Northwest Ohio called Leipsic. We never had any fast food restaurants or movie theatre. You had to drive 15 - 20 minutes just to go to McDonalds, which by the way I never ate at a McDonalds until I was twelve years old. I still do the same rituals when I get home. I go to the Viking Corner for lunch to get a pizza alumni sandwich (they are yummy) and I go to the small independent drug store to look around. I sit in my dad's hottub and request my favorite meals from Mom. In the last year or so, I have gone home a lot more than usual do to my illness. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom and dad to make everything feel alright even if it really isn't. I wonder whether I will ever feel well or normal again. All I have in life at this moment is the hope that I will.