I was Tagged...

I am. . . trying to think of what to make for dinner tonight.
I think. . . my baby girl has the most kissable cheeks I have ever seen.
I know. . . that Reed will always take care of our family.
I want. . . to be with my husband forever.
I have. . . a lot to be thankful for.
I miss. . . my young womens calling.
I fear. . . sending my kids to school, the world is getting kind of scary.
I hear. . . Meet the Robinsons playing in the other room.
I smell . . . Macie’s hair.
I crave . . . chocolate and Doritos.
I search. . . frantically for a cloth when I hear my baby burp, she spits up so randomly!
I wonder. . .what people are thinking…I’m too self-conscious.
I regret. . . not ever having the guts to take voice lessons, at least then I could sing the harmony.
I wish. . . Macie’s diapers wouldn’t leak every time she pooped!
I love. . .that I have so many friends and family around.
I care. . . about being a good wife and mom.
I am not. . . liking it getting dark so early!
I remember. . . Reed’s smile when he came and picked me up for our first date.
I believe. . . that Macie is fresh from Heaven.
I sing. . . when I am alone or when Reed begs me.
I argue. . . with Reed about stupid little things that have happened in the past. And I say, “I know I am right this time. I remember, I promise that I am right this time!” And he always proves me wrong later=)
I write. . . a lot of little notes of things I need to get done. Why don’t I just make one list on one piece of paper?
I win. . . random drawings for prizes.
I lose. . . at every single game I ever play against Reed, it drives me crazy!
I listen. . . to the news in the middle of the night while I am feeding Macie. It makes me feel like I’m not the only one awake.
I don't understand. . . how people can remember all the little spelling rules, I’m terrible!
I can usually be found. . . at home or with Reed.
I need. . . the burp rag, but I guess her blanket will do.
I forget. . . to fold the laundry if I don’t put it on the couch where I’d be embarrassed for anyone to see it.
I am happy. . . when I hear my baby laugh.
I tag... Katie Johnson