9 months..

Some people say you can’t exactly count 9 months until the entire month is up but I like looking at the glass as half full.

Abigail you’re getting bigger. Yes it’s expected considering that you’re a baby and babies grow. But I guess sometimes I’m still in awe of how much progress you’re making.

You clap your hands a lot. And sometimes even when you’re asleep and sometimes it’s one of the first things you do when you wake up from a nap.

Your personality is growing as well. You are a determined little lady and when you focus on doing or getting something nothing can deter you.

You love to sit by the door and look outside to watch stuff going on. Very outdoorsy of you. You also do love watching t.v even when you have no idea what’s going, you pay attention.

You’re an expert crawler and a fast one at that. It’s sometimes hard to keep up but we’ve tried to get all hazardous stuff out of the way. But you still find something not child friendly.

Your play and communication is getting better though play is characterized by very loud screams. Sometimes it’s hard to think or hear someone else talking.

You like playing and moving around a lot before bed time and this is fun when I don’t have to wake up really early the next day. But once you go out, you sleep well.

We are almost there Abz. Let’s keep praying to God to keep you and help you grow. You are an amazing person. May God keep you and bless you.

I love you little munch


Marriage Isn’t For You

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Seth Adam Smith

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.

Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?

Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.

Perhaps each…

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