I have a hard time asking for help


I live on coffee-usually about 6 cups a day to be exact


                                 I’ve realized the hard way that friendships are an incredibly important part of our lives.


My husband is my biggest supporter and I ask his advice on every decision I make.


                                                           I get overwhelmed very easily


I’m better at giving advice than taking it


                                       I’m not always grateful for the good and the bad-but I’m working on it


Sometimes I just want an hour to myself-no noise, only silence and my.own.thoughts…by the beach


I could not have married into a more loving, caring, and open family


         Some days I just want to throw my hands in the air and give up-then I remember to seek Him for help and that one day I will look back on this and laugh.


I miss hand written notes and actual phone conversations
                
                             I think everybody deserves to have a voice and every opinion counts


When everything seems to be going well I wonder what is lurking around the corner…