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The Adventures of Truman and Fletcher- boy

This blog was originally created when Truman Maxwell entered this world on September 16, 2011. Since that time I've used it as an outlet for many of our lives happenings. With the addition of Fletcher, aka Fletcher boy, in 2015 , I'm hoping to continue to capture our life a few words at a time.

A little reflection..

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February 25, 2012

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Numbers and numbness

October 06, 2014

3.120.2700.54. 9. All these numbers hold a meaning. But let me start at the beginning, because they will make more sense that way. Estes Park, CO is a beautiful place. It sits about 7500 feet above sea level, and on a good night,without the moon shining, you can see what seems like a million shooting stars. So one August night, curled up in a blanket to shield myself from the cool mountain breeze, as a star fell across the sky, I shut my eyes tight, held my breath and I wished for another life to join our family. I laughed off my wish as quickly as the star faded from the sky, because honestly as beautiful as the star streaming across the sky was, I knew that a wish is just that... a wish. We had a great vacation, but by the end of the vacation the altitude was certainly getting to me.. and me me wonder. Was it the altitude, or was it the magical shooting star flaming out across the sky carrying my wish with it? And the day we got home from va...

Happy Birthday Baby Boy

September 16, 2013

We went to the Royals game tonight...and you had a blast. You clapped, waved to the players, mowed through a pretzel and made friends with everyone sitting around us. You and Dad even made it on tv( I guess I did too, but all you could see were my fingers holding the "I'm spending my 2nd birthday at the K" sign). All in all...a pretty solid 2nd birthday. It started to drizzle, and you were tired so we decided to head out. We made it as far as the edge of the parking lot before your breathing settled into deep, slumbering breaths and your eye lids fluttered with dreams. When we got home I carried you in to the house and enjoyed every second of you snoring on my shoulder. As I changed you in to your pajamas, and took a second to snuggle you, I couldn't help but transport myself back two years ago. This time 2 years ago, you were 8 hours old. I had only been blessed with the chance to hold you once, but once was all it took to get me hooked. ...