I’m Amy. I live in the Southwest. I love sunshine and green chile. And pasta and cheese. Which really have nothing to do with the southwest, but they’re still worth mentioning.
I am married to my best friend (handsomesmartkindsweetathletic guy named Kevin), who I continue to fall in love with, day after day. Being near him makes me a better person. Those are the kind of people we should surround ourselves with, don’t you think?
I do. And I do (surround myself with those kind of people, I mean). My family and friends are supportive, loving, and just the right smidgeon of crazy – to keep it interesting.
I have two cats. Kiki is a brindle Maine Coon. She was Kevin’s first, but fortunately she decided to let me stay. We lost her first roomie, Flo (the whitest of white cats), in the summer of 2014 to a heart condition. We miss her and her cattitude a lot. In December of 2014 we added a new cat-baby to the family in the form of Rue, a feisty little black cat. My phone is full of photos of Kiki, Flo, and Rue because I am completely smitten with them.
But the majority of the photos on my phone include a sweet little baby girl named Ava. Kevin and I welcomed her into our family in October of 2015 (birth story part 1 and part 2, here and here). She is the apple of my eye and such fun to be around. I’m fortunate enough to be able to work part time and stay home with her the rest of the time. Watching her grow and learn and develop her personality is my favorite thing.
This blog covers an assortment of topics…all of which are important (to me at least).
Which reminds me – I use a ridiculous number of dot-dot-dot’s…. Consider yourself warned.
I also try to pay attention to grammar and spelling and the sort. But let’s be honest – I am not an English teacher. And who wants to try to remember every single grammar rule? Sometimes a sentence just sounds better when the preposition is at the end.
I am not artistic, but I am drawn to COLOR (minimal black & white for this girl). I love dressing up, and I love pajama pants. I’m an introvert, but I play an extravert in life on occasion. I worry about silly things and I’m sensitive. When I was a child, my favorite game was “playing pretend,” and now, as an adult, I live the life I dreamed of having. I simply pray to God that I love it as deep and as strong and as much as I possibly can.
Thanks for stopping by. Stay awhile.