Oh the Bliss!

I had some email issues recently and it was ugly. I would receive emails in bulk, or not at all. I had no record of sent emails or deleted ones. It was a hot mess of technology and something had to be done. My sweetie-pie husband, who spends large sums of money on only three things: The spreading of the gospel, really high quality food, and Apple products, deemed it time to buy me a new laptop and I was hoping it would solve the email debacle. It didn't.  He tried to stop the madness and figured almost all of it out except for one annoying problem, every email from as far back as who knows when was now in my inbox. 7, 892 emails. Seven thousand eight hundred ninety two emails IN my inbox. And I couldn't just go through and delete them all at the same time because some were recent, some I had never seen before, some had pictures from when the big kids were little and the little kids were tiny (or nonexistent) and even though I'm sure they're saved s...

After Mark and I married he got LASIK to correct his vision and this many years later he still says it's some of the best money he's ever spent. So when we attended a benefit dinner for a ministry we support and saw one of the big ticket items was laser eye surgery preformed by one of the best LASIK surgeons in the country and all pre and post-op visits with one of the best optometrists in Orange County he jumped on the chance to spoil me with better-than-perfect vision as well. Here's how it went down: ~ Met with Dr. Nota at San Clemente Optometry . He did lots of easy tests to determine if LASIK was for me. (I had been told a few years ago that I wasn't a good candidate - basically because I had been pregnant or nursing a baby for, oh, six years... thus there was never a good time for me to have the procedure.) He asked what I was looking forward to most about having better vision, I told him I was really exited to be able to look across the park and see my kids ...

He thinks he's so cool. He is. He thinks he's too awesome for pictures. He's not. He thinks I don't see him. I do. This one, my oldest, is so, so, so incredibly loved. And I am so, so, so incredibly thankful for him.