I am . . . a worrier.
I want . . . my daughters to someday know how much I love them; they are the most wonderful, amazing people I have ever known and to this day it amazes and humbles me that they are ours.
I have . . . everything I always wanted (minus the title of multi-millionaire lottery winners).
I wish . . . we were debt free.
I hate . . . mean people.
I fear . . . The General or the girls getting really sick or injured.
I hear . . . the girls giggling together; it is my favorite sound in the world.
I search . . . for balance.
I wonder . . . if it ever truly gets easier.
I regret . . . letting friendships take a back seat in the midst of a busy life.
I love . . . my husband more now than ever.
I ache . . . for families of small children undergoing unimaginable medical procedures.
I always . . . could take a nap.
I usually . . . leave baskets of clean laundry (folded or unfolded) in the living room for days.
I am not . . . confident in myself or my abilities.
I dance . . . in the kitchen with the girls. Or when drinking with friends.
I sing . . . at school, when running, in the car, while cooking or washing dishes, at church, absentmindedly throughout the day even though most of the time I don't know half of the words to the song I'm singing.
I never . . . thought a little over a year after a phone call from a friend that set this whole thing into motion that I'd be this close to completing a half-marathon.
I sometimes . . . wish we lived in our hometown.
I cry . . . almost every day, usually a happy cry after watching a "feel good" moment on TV. Shows about childbirth, Disney movies, and Oprah's "Favorite Things" episode do me in every time.
I lose . . . my patience with the girls much too often and way too easily.
I am grateful . . . for our jobs that provide.
I need . . . a massage.
I should . . . really just put that laundry away as soon as I'm done folding it.
You're next . . . Tru Stories, Munchkin, Tina, Big Boca Bob, and Meghann!