The Midnight Hour

This one’s short and sweet. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve just come off a great late night high. The kind that’s induced by a quiet house, the midnight hour, chocolate cake made for me by a dear friend, and soulful conversation with the love of my life, my partner in crime, my best friend. Everything wonderful comes at a price, and last night, I paid in hours of sleep, but it was definitely worth the sacrifice. We spoke about our life and our dreams. We rehashed our master plan, beating it down and building it up, building each other up. Yes you can do it, yes we can do it. But we can’t do it the way we are going about it right now. SO we’ve marked some milestones on the calendar, we’ve set some financial goals, and we’ve planned our summer. It’s going to be a good one. beach6 beach7forestwalk

 

HayMama

About hay mama

an artiste (pronounced with an ‘eeste’) tackling a multitude of works, mother raising three kiddos, lover of books, seeker of knowledge, consumer of great coffee, follower of nature, lover and friend to my one and only…

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