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All in LIFESTYLE
I was at the bluebird cafe a few nights ago. If you don’t know what it is, it’s a tiny little bar in Nashville where songwriters sing their songs and tell their stories. It’s world famous. And wonderful. I also had 2 too many glasses of cheap white wine there and woke up with a massive headache. I miss Napa. And I can’t do cheap wine anymore.
Last night I borderline made out with my boys. Not really, but you get me. We kissed goodnight, we did hugs, and it went on and on for what felt like hours. I didn’t want to stop. Neither did they. As I snuggled them together in a group mommy hug across both cribs, I said out loud while looking up at the ceiling, “Thank you God for tonight. For this. For my family. For this love. I said “night night” to the twins, blew them a kiss and I walked out.
I’m overly affectionate. Most people that know me, know this about me. I like hugs. Kissing. Touching. Holding. All of it. It makes me calm. Makes my heart feel settled. Feels like love.
I’m gonna be honest.
I’m a city girl, who fell in love with the great outdoors. Thanks to my husband who’s from the North Georgia mountains. So naturally, for our 10 year anniversary, since I couldn’t bring myself to cross the Atlantic with my babies being so young, I decided to find the perfect place for a city girl like me and a mountain man like my hubby.
Enter Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
