blogging

I'd really like to write something interesting. But I can't force it out.

I've had all these epiphanies lately, the big kinds.

It's hard to put big, beautiful, wonderful things you realize about your life down into words. Especially when you're handicapped by not being a particularly good writer.

Here's a small thought:

Women + Children = Beautiful.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the kind of woman I want to end up with some day.

One major requirement: she has to love kids.

I love kids. I want kids. Yeah, I'm 24 and sometimes, sometimes I feel that "nesting" instinct kicking in.

This is my cousin Laney (and that is MY corn, which she stole off my plate). Someday, I want a daughter like her.