In A Nutshell

It's been exactly a year to the day that my family moved to this gorgeous state of Colorado. The last 12 months have been tragically bat-shit crazy yet amazingly beautiful all rolled into one. The major "to-do list" of things I set out to accomplish here have been checked off as well as an entire column of things that crept up on me throughout the journey.
This blog, like many other things in my life, has taken a back seat while I focus more on the doing and enjoying rather than the documenting and capturing. I must have lost track of time... No matter who you are or where you come from, every single person has tested themselves to find out if they have super powers, right? Turns out, I do not. I can only fully be in one place at a time, the computer just has not been that place lately.
Anyway, I'm getting off track here.

This year...

My point today, and one I've been devoting a ton of my concentration to recently (happily or not) is about a certain relationship that has absolutely dropped off the map for me. A relationship that I cherished more than I clearly should have. A relationship that has forever changed the way I love, the way I view chemistry, and even in some aspects, the way I am as a wife and a mother.

Sometimes in life, the stars align a certain way, the universe tilts just so, and paths cross our lives in just the perfect timing. It doesn't happen often, and I'm a firm believer that it doesn't happen to everyone, but when it does, it's like catching lightening in a bottle. Like "magic", so I was once told. There are certain circumstances in life and unexplainable connections that happen, that are so completely undeniable. Inconvenient or not.

So when and if it happens to you, and that bottle gets tossed out to sea like a wish, a take-it-or-leave-it sorta wish, it is absolutely heart breaking. Not just for the people involved, but for the entire Universe. It's a slap in the face really to the stars and the moon who worked so hard to bring everything together.

Kurt Vonnegut once said: "We are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different."

This is a false statement.

 You cannot snuff out your lightening and replace it with a fart hoping none to be the wiser. Earth is not for farting around. Earth is for farting a straight and specific path directly to your lightening, like it or not. I do not believe you can just go back to regularly scheduled programming once you've had a taste of that magic. I do believe, however, that by trying to pretend it didn't happen, or whatever you're doing, you're being an asshole. So stop it. Because I really truly miss you.

And you know who you are...(...!!)

All that being said, I mainly wanted to take some time to catch up on our lives over here at the Fuller Farm.

This is me, changing the subject.

We've taken some new jobs, new outlooks, new vacations, and bought ourselves some new shoes. Jason's birthday, Mother's Day, and the closing of my sister's new monstrosity of a house have all gone underway without a hitch (or at least minimal hitches). With my girls-only trip (kids not included) to Paris(!!!!!) quickly approaching, this Summer has already made its presence known as the great and powerful season of 2013. I hope to find you all in great spirits and thanks again Blogspot for another great round of letting me babble on. Cheers!

By the way, if you're in need of a cute spring cleaning picture, here's your daily dose: