OK. So I am the kind of girl who has never been able to figure out the big deal about scrap booking! Am I an anomaly? Am I neglecting an important part of making memories last? For some reason, the muse of crafts and all things crafty seems to reject me as a subject. Thus, among many girls my age, I feel somewhat foreign. Those women are all stamping, scrap booking, Pampered Cheffing, etc. etc., and I admire their enthusiasm for domesticity. I've even tried to fake it occasionally to see if I might develop a taste for what I should probably be doing. Those women are creative, kind, and capable. I just sincerely don't get it, though. No wonder I am a little on the fringe of everything. Buying into the regular patterns of any one group of people is difficult for me.

Maybe my lack of craftiness is just a symptom of my larger issue which is the inability to focus on anything for very long! Ah well. That may be one of the big reasons Greg and I make a good team. At least he doesn't expect me to be crafty...or extremely domestic. We have this crazy jungle gym of a house with ultra mega shiny paint on all the window sills, doors and trim b/c Greg thought it would be easy to clean! (Everyone wonders if we just painted because it looks wet.) We've been here for over a year now, and we still have pictures sitting on the floor below the walls where they ought to be hung. Toys are EVERYWHERE (both Greg's and Scott's). My school books and papers along with office supplies show up in the strangest places (How did that get there?). Shoes are strewn across the landscape of the floor like hills and valleys; the baby's crib, which we have never disassembled since Scotty got a big boy bed, is full of clean laundry to be folded. We have three different dinners at night because we have one meatatarian, one vegetarian, and one kidatarian living in our house(occasionally, by chance, the menus collide and we actually have one common dish...mac and cheese). I am exaggerating, of course (a little). Sometimes our house is very tidy, and occasionally I can get a great dinner together that pleases everyone, but mostly our life seems just a little different from the scrap-booked, picture perfect lives of many of our friends.

Somehow our life works though. We turn on the radio, and we all dance around the house like people in love with life. Greg is incredibly industrious, and he is always engaged in a project to make our life easier, happier, or just more fun. In the morning when we wake up, we group hug in our mismatched kitchen and say, "love you more than the whole world and everything in it". We like learning and speculating, pretending together and reading books. And even though I am on the fringe of almost everything else, I am right in the middle of this little life of ours, and so is Greg, and so is Scotty. Every night I thank God for so so many blessings.