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Its been a while

One of my goals for this new year was to document more and tell our story, lest I forget. That was the original intent of this blog, mind you.

Here it is March, and I have nothing to show for it, written out, that is. When life presents some of its more challenging days, I tend to not want to think about it, much less write it down for all eternity.

To sum up the big things:

- Olivia joined the Air Force and is currently in the middle of her schooling, before being assigned to her first duty station.

- Jack and I celebrated birthdays, a day apart, sharing a cake as usual.

- I made some wooden picture hangers to display my photography.

-We have been trudging along with school, but all of us have hit the inevitable mid-winter slump.

-I have been crocheting, rather than knitting, per the request of my sister and my niece.

-We continue to live our days at Columbia Children's Theatre. Anna and Jack were in the production of The Secret Garden. Therese was asked to join the mainstage actors in Goldilocks and the 3 Bears as Baby Bear. She is now officially a paid actor!

I continue to photograph our days more often than writing it out. Now that we are essentially quarantined for the next few weeks, I hope to use this time to catch up on school, and maybe even this blog. Our chapel on base has been closed down indefinitely. We went to Mass this weekend at the local Basilica, and I soaked in every moment, for I feel that may have been the last time to see the inside of a church for a while.




















 
 
 

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