It's Red Ribbon week. To celebrate the school is having all those "fun" days that kids love. Drug awareness week. Lovely. Grace has no idea what drugs are and now she's celebrating them at school. I find some irony in that.
Yesterday she wore crazy socks. (Actually they were Baby Legs, but nobody knew except the two of us.) Today is crazy hair day.
The kid is crazy. REALLY crazy.
Okay, maybe not. She's pretty modest. This is all she would let me do.
I'm okay with that. It's different. She's stepping out of her confort zone just a little. To her it's crazy. That's enough. I'll let her be that crazy. And we'll do our best to keep her away from drugs. I promise. Red ribbons or not.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.