The Adventures of Joel and Matthew

Say that someone you knew went through your recycle bin without telling you... would you feel wierd when you found out? What would that person be looking for? Is there such thing as an undercover recycle police? I mean, I swear your honor, I only recycle products with the little recycle logo on it. I try to squish or fold down larger items to make room. And I promise that I don't throw regular trash into the recycle bin when I run out of room in the trash can (although I can't vouch for my husband). Anyways, I hope that I passed the recycle test... but please don't do that anymore, it makes me feel paranoid...

The Holidays have always been a joyful time of year for me... a magical time of imagination, anticipation, and of course, miracles. When I was a child, I would walk around with butterflies in my stomach as soon as the Thanksgiving table was cleared. I knew that there was so much to look forward to: nighttime church services full of lights and hope, Christmas break from school, and of course, presents (admit it, all children look forward to presents). My mom always put so much effort into making the holidays special for us, from decorating every square inch of our house with beautiful decorations, to Christmas cookies, to loading up the bases of TWO Christmas trees with beautifully wrapped presents. I only hope that I can inspire such joy and anticipation for my children, as my mother did for her children. Why is it that Christmas can lose its magic so easily when we become adults? Perhaps the worries of the years add up, and the mere volume of them makes it seem impossible to rid ...

We've just been busy.... Giving our little man kisses... hanging out with Grandma.... Cooking turkeys... Taking some much needed time off from work.... Cleaning the house... And helping out the local fire department... ...thanks for not being too angry about our lack of posts lately...