Our Descent

They told me to expect euphoria.

So here I lie one day and six hours into my journey. The dawn is breaking and if I can gather my strength and bring you into my arms I will have reached it. The top of Mt. Everest, The Pinnacle, The Peak.

And I want so badly to see it, you, to breathe in that moment I've earned and I deserve. Every text book, and story, and film I've done nothing but absorb for nine months has led me to this and we're so close now.

I've kept the visions of that glorious ascent into the best moment of my life so clear that all of this pain will have been worth it. The very moment I've dreamed about since I can remember having dreams.

So I push, I push and I sleep because that's all I can do. My attendants look on with family and friends knowing I can do this.

I can.

So inch by inch I bring you across the veil until one mere push is all that separates you from me. With all that I have left you slip into this world and for a few brief moments nothing has ever been more right.

I reach the top and see a vision I've only been lucky enough to imagine in my dreams and now the image seems like maybe it was only a mirage. Because before I can breathe you in, we're falling.

Crashing.

And just like that you're gone.

Gone from my arms and slipped back between my legs and onto the bed and all I can do is watch in silent horror.

They said it wasn't the only important thing. That the experience would change a woman and she deserved the process to be respected. That a healthy baby is what the doctors use to threaten you into submission. That you matter too.

But I'm here and I'm in it and he is all that matters.

Tiny lungs soaked with poison fight and fail to inflate, seconds tick by feeling like hours and I watch in horror.

Call them, Call the ones who we've fought to avoid, let them save him.

Crashing.

I'm still clawing at The Peak. Fighting to regain our position at the top, fingernails bloodied and broken at my attempt but we won't see it again because we're falling.

Tingling.

Tingling.

Why am I tingling?

Perhaps it's the overwhelming urge I have to lay my own life down in exchange for his breath.

But No.

Bags beneath me begin to fill in a warm fluid so familiar yet strange because I've never felt so much of it on the outside of me. Bags drop into a trash can beside me and I see that the very thing that pulses through my veins is now exiting my womb at a rate I'd not ever known possible.

Another blood filled bag hits the can.

We're both fighting for our lives now and I watch in silent bewilderment, could this moment in time possibly be real?

Maybe I will die and he will live and that would be better than what might be.

Tingling, burning, as they fight to extract the very thing my body is refusing to expel because it sustained you for nine months and four days and like a mother sending her baby off to school for the first time, maybe it's not ready. Maybe you can just go back there now and be safe again. But it pools out of me and with it our attachment is severed in ways I won't fully understand until later.

Men, maybe angels appear and bring us closer to the one place I think will save us.

The moment I haven't anticipated comes as we arrive at the hospital and they wheel me away from you.

You're screaming now as my body wretches at the first feeling of being so without you.

I'm not falling now, I've landed on the ground with the stark reality that I'm alone and the top is gone forever.

These people are supposed to save me but in the end only cast a scornful eye my way. I lie in a river of my own blood willing myself to live until my will escapes me and now I'm the one slipping. So easily and comfortably asleep until I'm abruptly woken by the sound of anxiety for my life that has filled the room around me. Bodies hover over and when I ask my own mother if I'm going to die she responds, no, but there can't be certainty in it.

Hours pass before the ones who were supposed to help me, give me the thing my womb gave up, while my body refused to give up my baby. Four bags of someone else's blood are passed into my veins and suddenly I don't even feel like me. Almost a full day has passed and I am so grateful for my own life that I almost forget what brought me here. My own son lies alone on a mat under lights so harsh they chap the skin on his toes. He's lived a full day without the touch of his mother and yet he is thriving.

I think when I see him again we'll be back on our mountain peak together at last. But the first time I glance upon his face my mind is so dulled by my situation that I can't even recognize him. Instead of the baby I held safely in my womb, I see a stranger and I'm sure if his eyes weren't so blurry he'd see one too.

I cry now for so many reasons but mostly because I know we're going to be ok. The next climb won't be a familiar one but we'll get there together, growing stronger in love everyday as our bond becomes real and my body fights to sustain his, I offer him the only thing I have, my milk.

It doesn't happen right away, my mind stays cloudy from the memory of our descent and for so long it's all I can think of.

Then something happens as we make our way up a new unfamiliar path.

One by one he replaces those images for me, until one day, I close my eyes and his face is looking back at me, now familiar, and he tells me it's ok. And I know that it's going to be, even though it wasn't on a day, not so long ago.

SUPER HUGE UPDATE

So I officially suck at blogging. If anyone was actually reading this thing they'd be pretty disappointed in my lack of spilling my every life's move (seriously, if you're interested in that just friend me on Facebook, yep I'm one of those). So anyways, without further adew let me just tell you now, THAT WE'RE PREGNANT! Well we're not, technically I just am, but I feel that we is the right thing to say nowadays, makes daddy feel all involved and whatnot. I don't see him putting on a pound (and a stretch mark) every minute though but whatevs. So yes, it is true. We're expecting our first little bambino, yep bambinO.. it's a BOY! Due... like in 4 months *holy shit*. As a matter of fact he is due on my birthday, May 21st and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he stays put until somewhere near May 30th. Our life has a funny way of planting huge milestones on us around that time of the month. Our wedding and the anniversary of when we bought this house, now the birth of our first child. It's all a bit overwhelming although the little mister was every bit planned.

So as you can probably imagine we've kicked it into hyper mode on the renovations. It's 7:22 on a Sunday night and Aaron is still going strong as I type, framing up the new closet for little Mr. No Name's nursery. Since we saw those two lines he has mudded, sanded and primed all the walls in the main living area (I'll post pictures of that at a later time, once the trim and floors are done), completely finished our office and is now chugging away at the babe's room. We're hoping to finish that with enough time left to refinish the hardwood floors before the big arrival but we will see. So yep, there's my big news. We're thrilled. Absolutely thrilled and a little terrified and we both have contemplated heading for the nearest U.S. border and never looking back and/or burning the house down but we're going to make it. It's going to be crazy but we are going to make it just fine.

So here are the pictures! I always find myself asking how I lived with the room looking the way it did for so long when I make these posts. Pretty soon we will have more finished space than unfinished and I won't know what to do with my time anymore. I had hobbies once, right? Oh well, the prodigal son should keep me busy enough for the next 18 years and then I'll start a new blog called Ashley's Midlife Crisis, fun!

 This was what the room looked like the day we bought the house. 

This is what it looked like up until a few months ago when we started making transformations.  

After :)

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After- I am in LOVE with this color (Sold at Lowe's- La Fonda Spanish Dancer)

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After- Isn't she lovely?

Goodbye Summer, It's Been Swell

So summer's officially ending. I'm a little bit sad. We spent the whole thing working on the outside of the house.. the painting, the deck, the pool. I feel like we barely got to sit down and enjoy any of that hard work. Auh well, I can't complain because the outside is looking fan-freaking-tastic and we all made some memories we won't soon forget. Seriously though, next summer all we have to do is paint the garage and landscape.. lots and lots of landscaping.. but the house, it's done! Man, does that feel nice. Now it's on to lots of messy drywall finishing. I for-see a solid 6 months of cleaning white powder off of every visible surface in my home. After that comes the floor refinishing. It should be exciting figuring out how to move every piece of furniture in the house off of the floors for a week. I think I'll go on vacation during that particular renovation. Psh, I wish.

Alright, alright on to the good stuff.. I know all anyone really wants to see is PICTURES! So here they are.

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Aaron always puts his own touch on things <3.

Aaron, me and my Dad headed out to dinner after a long day

of working on the deck. Thanks for your help Dad! 

Coming Full Circle- One Year

One year ago my husband and I set out on what is sure to be the biggest feat of our lives. We have slaved over this house and spent countless hours and long weekends doing nothing but tedious labor. While most people our age work their asses off all week long and relax on the weekend, we crave said weekends so that we may have uninterrupted days to get things done. We beat ourselves up if those two days pass by and we don't feel like we've accomplished enough.

Are we where I thought we'd be as far as progress a year from the day we bought this house? No, and I am totally fine with that. I have learned more in this last year than I have in many years combined and above all of the lessons I've been taught, patience has been the most valuable. I have learned to slow down in this life. I have learned to love and appreciate the here and now, something I have struggled with for a long time.

We spent the last two weekends really in awe of the beauty of this house and the beauty of our lives. Two weekends ago, all of my loved one's gathered at my house on my birthday to help paint. It was more fun than I could have imagined and incredibly touching. We laughed and drank and took pictures and even did a little painting. I felt so loved that day, I will never forget it. Last weekend, we celebrated our two year wedding anniversary and coincidentally, the one year anniversary of the purchasing of this house. Two memories I hold near and dear. Aaron woke me up Monday morning to let me know that he had just put the finishing touches on the front porch and that the house was finally ready to be photographed. We waited till that evening and had a mini photo shoot to celebrate both anniversaries at once.



Bright eyed and bushy tailed cause we had no idea what the eff we were in for!

Two years of crazy marriage :).

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After ^



I've Got a Vision

This is pretty much what my house looks like today (minus the ridiculously long grass)

It's a beautiful house really. We have thirty plus windows, a handful of interesting butt-outs, a sunroom, awesome deck and screened in porch. All great aesthetically. By no means a rambler. The house's great qualities, are however, all too hard to notice next to the sun faded, blue exterior, rotting trim, and overflowing gutters. It is no doubt, she needs some TLC.

My dad has been talking about coming down for a visit and helping us paint the whole thing come spring. He finally told me a few weeks ago that he'd officially be coming the weekend before memorial day. My birthday weekend! So then my little brain started coming up with ways to spend time with dad, paint my house and also have a fantastic birthday. That's when I came up with this ultra fabulous plan, PAINT PARTY! I sent out my mass text yesterday so it is official. May twenty-first, this pig is getting more than just a little lipstick.

Now on to the fun stuff. What color to paint it? I am so not good with paint choices. The only room that's been painted is our bathroom and it's on our to-do list to be repainted. The grayish purple turned lavender was not what I had in mind. So, I'm kind of  sort of freaking out about picking a color for the entire house.

I love yellow, I love it so, so, so much! It makes me happy. I'm automatically drawn to anything yellow, yellow flats, yellow sundresses, yellow bags, yellow, yellow, yellow. My wedding color? You guessed it, yellow. Oh, what's that you say? You want to see a picture of my gorgeous yellow wedding?? Okay.

Those are my sister in laws, beautiful huh? Anyways.

I AM GOING TO PAINT MY HOUSE YELLOW! I think, with some moral support and after I change my mind 12743985 times.

This is my vision. Buttery yellow siding, very similar to my bridesmaids dresses, not quite white, more cream than white trim, black front door, black shutters (which we'll have to buy, currently the house has none), light gray stain for the porch floor and the front concrete stairs, that same cream for the railings and a black farm style fence with an arbor framing each side of the house. Can you see it? Are you with me?

Here are some photo's I've found to help us all keep said vision:

I like both of these yellows a lot and how cute is the one below with all

the window boxes and overflowing flowers everywhere? Le sigh.

And a fence, similar to this:

with one of these on each side of the house.. all covered in roses. Le sigh again.

Long Time, No Update

Well, it's been about 7 months since my last renovation update. Everyday someone asks me "So are you finished with your house yet?", to which I normally respond by laughing out loud and then bursting into tears. So let me address this question here, once and for all. WE WILL NEVER FINISH THIS DAMN HOUSE! Eh, so maybe I'm exaggerating but seriously, we are nowhere near done. I feel like we've barely started.

We have, however, completed 2 major projects since my last blog post. We gutted the entire basement. This project alone took us from August until October. We did all of the labor ourselves mostly, with the occasional help from friends and family (which we so appreciated). We also ran all new electrical in the entire house. I say we, but my only involvement was the occasional getting up off of the couch to help Aaron pull a wire through a tricky spot. So we have eliminated two deadly threats in this house. The crazy wiring that threatened to combust at any moment and burn the entire house to the ground (there were times I wished it would) and the potentially toxic mold and asbestos in the basement (although I'm sure to have several types of cancer after breathing in that shit for as long as I did).

See the pretty pictures!! (I know, not so exciting.)

Some of the scariness that was our basement. 

 About two-thirds of the way done gutting it all.

The trash bags I mostly carried all by myself. They're filled with moldy drywall.

The finished product. This is exactly what it looks like today.

This disturbing picture shows what was powering our house.

And now look, glorious!

This may take a while...

I'm living on a construction site.. or in one, I should say. Since my last update we managed to spend a month demolishing pretty much everything and moved in about a week after that was completed. We've got unfinshed drywall on the walls, holes in the floors from where walls used to be, one very moldy basement and enough work to keep us busy for YEARS to come. Despite all of this, we finished two projects and trust me, when your living in chaos any finished area feels like an oasis.

Master bedroom closet BEFORE:

Master bedroom closet AFTER:

Guest bathroom BEFORE:

Guest bathroom AFTER:

So even if progress is slow, it's pretty fantastic when it's complete and always worth the wait!

1. Buy a house... CHECK

This has been the absolute craziest few days of my entire life. We were called home from our one day vacation in N.C. because the sellers were refusing to extend our closing date. We closed in less than 24 hours of finding this out. We were out of state... we were 30 minutes late to the closing because we had been driving 7 straight hours on memorial day weekend and still could not get there in time. Does that sum it up enough?? We bought a house!!!!

There have been very few occasions in my life that I actually experienced pure euphoria. My wedding, our engagement. I'm pretty sure I've been euphoric almost this entire weekend. We drove out to OUR house Saturday early and sat on the back porch.. staring over the fields and trying to convince ourselves that the moment was real. We had waited for this for SO long. We had worked, without stopping, to reach this goal for the last 5 years. We stuck to what we knew and we made it. Woah, what a feeling. I'm in love all over again with my husband. I know this renovation is going to be incredibly stressful but I don't care. At the end of the day it's our house to stress over... and that's all we've ever really wanted.

Before Baby Bucket List

So for the last several years I've been living in some sort of weird, in between place. I was 17 and young and foolish and then suddenly I was 18 and responsible. My now husband (then boyfriend) and I moved out on our own. We started making BIG plans of saving our money and buying a house, of getting married and for me, having children. I guess for me, it was hard to be both young AND responsible so I chose the latter. I spent a few years after that, waiting. Waiting to move out of our little apartment and then to move out of our townhouse, waiting for Aaron to propose.. and then for us to get married.. waiting to buy a house, waiting.. and waiting. This is not to say I don't have great memories of these times but in the back of my mind I was pushing for more. But now, here I am. I'm still young and we've almost achieved every goal we set before us. The logical next step is children right?! RIGHT?! It goes move out, get engaged, get married, buy a house, have a baby, right? Wrong. A light bulb went off sometime in the last few months. I'm going to be able to experience life here soon.. the way we couldn't in our struggling earlier years. Why in the world would we have a baby now? Now when we can finally have some "us" time. So that's what I'm going to do. Let me tell you, it's quite liberating to not be waiting anymore. To just start doing. Anyways, all of that leads up to this:

My Before Baby Bucket List~

1. Buy our first home
2. Learn to speak another language
3. Vacation in Portugal
4. Drive to Florida
5. Visit a real fish market in New England
6. Be able to say "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" while in Las Vegas.
7. Go whale watching
8. Spend a weekend in New York or DC or both.
9. Go to dinner on The Odyssey (the boat Aaron and I had our senior prom on)
10. Have a girls night out with my favorite friends (believe it or not, I've never really done this)
11. Rent an RV
12. See the Grand Canyon
13. Go to Disney World
14. Try to conceive a child while in a foreign country (obviously this should be last on the list :)
15. Stay in the Pestana Palace in Lisbon, Portugal
16. Successfully cook a pie from scratch
17. Learn to use a sewing machine *hey I can check this one off!!*
18. Own a car that I love
19. Jump off a cliff into a natural body of water


So before any of you parents out there get offended, I realize that ALL of these things can be done after having children as well.. or even with your children. But that's not what it's about for me. These are the things I want to do now, no matter how small or weird some of them are. I'm excited to get started.

Reckless Abandon:

Means, just go for it without worrying about anything.

Easier said than done. What happens from the time when you are a teenager about to enter adulthood and the world seems SO full of excitement... and the spot I am now where the world in general, seems almost terrifying. How do we somehow lose the will to be dangerous when we are suddenly unleashed and allowed to be as dangerous as we want to be? What happened to my desire to be reckless? When did things start becoming so complex? I want to do something daring. I want to have good stories to tell my children one day! I don't know what it is yet, maybe skydiving or cage diving with a great white. I'm going to experience the exhilaration of ignoring the consequence of an obviously dangerous decision and I'm going to live to tell you about it!

Goal of the day: start living again, with reckless abandon.

Reaching Towards Simplicity

Is it wrong that I am aspiring towards a simpler life? I suppose most people want to achieve more as they get older. But what is "more" anyways??

These are the things I want:

I want a house in the middle of no where with enough land for me to become a fabulous farmer woman. I want gardens and chickens and a goat or two. I want to can and freeze my food. I want permanent dirty fingernails from digging in the dirt!! *that sounds so gross* I want to become an amazing baker! I want to go to bed exhausted and fulfilled every single night. I don't EVER want to use good customer service again! :) Auh.. these are the things I'm working towards. Not more, but less.

Can't I Just Rent Forever?

Aaron and I are buying a house! Why do people act like this is so exciting?? They must not have actually ever bought a house themselves because this sucks! I apologize ahead of time for my negative attitude. It's very unlike me. I just don't understand why it has to be SO difficult. Never mind, I take that back. It may have something to do with the near downfall of our entire economy. But come on guys, seriously? We're not asking for much!

There is a bird making it's home in the bottom of the pool table we have stored on our back porch. Every morning for the last week I've torn down little bits of moss and grass and sticks. Every morning they are right back in place. I gave up. The bird did not. He's got quite a nice place for himself, er.. herself now? I decided that if that's not a perfect example of God or someone out there trying to teach me a valuable life lesson, I don't know what is. I'm not giving up.

It's Actually Going To Happen

unless I get pregnant before then.. ugh. LOL!

Scratch that, we are actually going to go to Portugal. I made it totally official by creating a facebook event page for it and everything, haha. I put it out there in the universe and now I have to follow through. So the date is set, well not the exact date but I know it will be the end of May 2011. I know I want to be in Portugal for our 2 year wedding anniversary which is May 30th.

Al Jr. and Joann are going to Portugal this April. That's what really spawned this all again. Aaron and I have been talking about going to Portugal since we got together 6 years ago. That is all we have ever done, talk. We throw around the "one day we'll go" ALL THE TIME! Well then, out of no where.. AJ and Joann are going. Like, they're really going... they bought the tickets. We started thinking hard about this concept. Doing something.. instead of just talking about it? We thought hard about just going with them. It isn't going to work. We are going to try (again) to buy a house this May. They are going in April, you see our dilemma? But, there is no reason at all we can't plan our very own trip and actually make this happen, right? RIGHT!

So we're going. I have NO earthly idea what I am doing. I have a LOT to learn. There are a few things I know for sure I'd like to do.

First- We will need to stay with Uncle Joe for at least a day or two, otherwise he'd be deeply offended. Plus I love that jolly old man.

Second- I want to stay at the famous hotel in Lisbon. It's the one Samantha Brown stays at on her trip to Portugal. I think the hotel might be pricey so 1 night will suffice. But it's breathtakingly beautiful and I've always said if I got the chance to go, I'd stay there for a night. Aww.. here I've googled it. It's the Pestana Palace. Absolutely amazing.

http://www.pestanapalacelisbon.com/index.html

Third- I want to possibly visit the Algarve. I found another good website that maps out Itineraries for you. I'm not sure how we will manage this trip. I mean there will be at least 6 of us. Probably more. We aren't all going to fit in one car and our luggage certainly won't! But I'm trying to stay positive here. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. Here's that website.

http://www.visitportugal.com/Cultures/en-US/default.html

Fourth- Final request (for now), I want to go whale watching. I haven't found a good resource for this one yet. I know they have trips in the Azores you can take but I haven't found one off the coast of Portugal yet.

I'm excited. I really need to bust out the old Rosette Stone and get crackin on my Portuguese since we will most likely not have our translator (Al) with us for the trip.

Well, there are my ideas for now. Written down so that I cannot forget them :). Just think come June 2011 I will be blogging with all of our fabulous stories, adventures, pictures from the trip. CAN'T WAIT!

Mountains and Bears and Hiking.. OH MY!

I survived! We went camping this weekend and here I am back in front of my computer mostly in one piece:). All joking aside, I really enjoyed myself. I mean I could have gone without descending one thousand feet down a mountain only to realize I had to climb back up those one thousand feet (yeah my legs are thanking me for that one). But hey, it was an experience.

The mountains were beautiful! There really is something magical about places like that. You come back feeling refreshed and mostly in touch.. with something (I'm not sure what, maybe yourself) that you were not so in touch with before.

The best part of the trip for me.. besides the usual comedic drunken night.. was when we were leaving! And no.. not because we were leaving.. but because we saw a bear! A real, live, not in a zoo, black bear! It was SO awesome. I wanted to see one the entire trip and here we are driving out of the park when I see him. He was just truckin' through the woods munching on bugs and such. We pulled over and jumped out of the car. We then proceeded to run (somewhat chase) him down the road taking pictures of him. I realize that sounds a bit absurd but if you had been there you wouldn't think so. He was amazing and had no intention of bothering us.. he really didn't even care that we were there. I keep calling him a "he" because it must have been a male. He was gigantic and just so powerful... I can only picture him as being a he. I'll put up some of the pictures we took but none of them do him a bit of justice. I don't care the pictures were more for proof that we actually saw him. I was there and that's all that matters to me.

The Spiderman Chronicles

Before you read any further, let me clarify. I do realize that as a woman it is my duty to fear spiders. I am supposed to screech and run and/or stomp at the sight of the little guys. For whatever reason, I never adopted this "attractive" quality. I, on the other hand, feel bad for them. I mean, it must be a tough life... being the most hated and feared insect out there. When really, if you take the time to watch and pay attention, spiders are really quite beautiful.. magnificent even. So there I said it, my name is Ashley.. I am a woman.. and I LIKE SPIDERS! (unless they are of the poisonous variety)

I'm not sure when it all started. A few days ago I suppose. I wonder into my bathroom and what do I find? A silly little spazzed out spider. This guy was teeny. Again I realize that as a woman every spider should be a threat to my well being, but I see past that. I could have spit on this spider and injured it. It was harmless and cute and quite attentive. Every where I went in the bathroom it spun around to face me. It's probably very instinctual to fear me. Not just because I am a giant either. Mostly, because of thousands of generations of spider stompers that have gone before me. Now, I'm getting off track. Where was I... oh yes, so I walk in the bathroom and there he is. My little spiderman. I decide to try and save him which is my usual reaction. I attempt to scoop him into a cup using the flat side of a comb laying on the counter. I fail. He is SO small and fragile that I'm afraid I'll injure him. So I scamper off and figure he'll be gone by my next visit to the potty.

I come back later that day and much to my surprise he is not gone. He's in the same spot that I left him in. Now, I'm starting to bond with this spider. I leave the bathroom and tell Aaron that I have a spiderman pet and he better not smoosh him. I've started to call all spiders, spidermans. I get it from Aaron's crazy Uncle Abel. He's the cutest little Portuguese man you'd ever meet and he loves animals or creatures, rather. Anyways, he calls spiders "spidermans" and it's just so stinkin cute and catchy. I do realize that saying spidermans is probably killing you grammar nazi's out there but then again so probably, is my grammar! haha.

Off track again.. yesterday morning I was getting ready for work and the little guy was still in there! I realized that maybe I should help him.. what if he's starving! I remember seeing a dead fly on the window sill in the living room so I go scoop it up and bring it to my buddy. He runs. The fly is 4 times his size. I sit down on the toilet seat and watch. He inches slowly, so slowly that you can barely tell he's moving, towards the fly. I'm amazed. He finally gets up to the fly, assesses the situation and jumps on top of him. I suppose maybe he tears a chunk off, I'm not so certain. I decide when I get home I need to try to capture him once again.

I get home and head for the bathroom. Spiderman is gone. GONE! I look in every nook and cranny and he's just gone. I'm imagining the worst, he's crawled up and died in a crack somewhere cause I starved him. I accuse Aaron of stomping on him. He thinks I've lost it. I go to bed that night worried for my little guy.

This morning I wake up and head for the bathroom (I spend too much time in there, lol). He's back. Waiting at the door for me begging for help! I run to find a piece of paper and a cup. I scoop him up and carry him outside. I place him in a dilapidated herb garden we have from this past summer. I feel content. I did feel a twinge of sadness, of selfishness maybe. I'm sad he won't be in the bathroom for me to admire anymore! But I'm happy he's found a forever home in my herb garden. So, there it is. The story of a bonding experience between a girl and a little spiderman.

Here you see my little spiderman on our bathroom floor.

I shot this right before I scooped him up and took him to his new home. Ain't he cute?

You can hardly see him but there is. Happy as a clam.. or a spider.