After almost 3 months of an annoying on again off again pesky knee injury I finally went to a physical therapist. While I was laying there in agony as he worked on my leg (I was really tight) I just kept thinking that I should have come weeks ago. Yes, it was pure torture but in a good way. My
My sweet Baby Ashton at 33 weeks- also my 32nd birthday! Me with all my babies on my birthday. What a blessing! Roses from my sweet John. 4 for each of my babies and 1 for each of us. My sweetie and I. Well, I meant to post this last week but never got around to blogging so here goes…