Roses and Thorns

One very prominent first family sits around their kitchen table and during dinner they share their roses and their thorns. Their high of the day and their low of the day. And while people could go round and round about what our President has or hasn't done, I think we can all agree that this is a pretty neat routine. One that we will work to incorporate into our nightly dinners once the kids get a little bit older. So until then, why not share my roses and thorns with all of you.

Thorn: Saying good-bye to Justin and the kiddos. Duty called. 



I am not sure this part of my life will ever get an easier. I hate leaving the kids. I hate leaving my husband. And those 29 miles to the airport are the hardest 29 miles I have to drive. Not too mention how blurry those 29 miles are from the tears streaming down my face. Thats right I am one big, fat whimp! Add a little Brad Paisley's Anything Like Me and you officially have one hot mess on your hands. But I chose this. I love my job. I love the people that I work with and the cities that I get to visit. And I love knowing that the boys are in the best hands possible while I am away-their Daddy's, but all that doesn't make it any easier to leave.

Roses: Kaden's compliment.

A few posts ago, seen here, I talked about manners and how proud I was of my son and the wonderful manners he has picked up. But I am sure that probably doesn't come as a surprise to anyone. Aren't we all proud of our kids? Sure there are times where we might be more proud of them than others but none-the-less still proud.

Justin sent me the below pictures tonight...

Can't help but smile when I read something like this and brag a little...