I'd like to say wake me up when September ends, but September has come and gone.

How? When?

But it's so much more than the passing of a another month, another week.

It seems like just yesterday I was a high school student playing three sports and sleeping through first block Chemistry. How then does it come to pass that I am actually a 30-something mother to two willful, amazing children who were born just days ago and by some miracle are already eight and three years old? How then is it possible that I am married more than nine years to my best friend? How then is it possible that I am an adult with a mortgage and a car payment? A mini van?

Thanks for stopping by this blog. It's new. I plan to post often. I plan to be honest. I plan to savor the remnants of my children's childhoods and I plan to share some of the good stuff here. I plan to love my husband and tell you the best stuff about him here. I plan to complain about being in school and how hard it is to look around and know that I'm not the 16-year old who ran the 800-m and the 1600-m with ease. I plan to tell you just how life is in the independent nation of Brooke.


(Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day, American Idiot album)