Lots has gone down in this little life of ours. And this new life of mine as a Robertson.
Wednesday will be Colby and mines 4th month of being married. Yesterday, the 27th was our two year anniversary of when we got together again, this time for, forever.
Colby quit his job Managing a restaurant, and is going back to school full time. That was a life changer. Living off one income is going to be CRAZY CRAZY for us since well, I'm just me and i don't bring in a lot. But God will provide and we have family that has been super gracious.
Family.
typical Monday night, during a work week, at the boats. Photo cred: Trey Dillon. Check him out.
Colby turned 24. Yes i am a year older than him.
My two VERY best friends in the whole world are pregnant. Mallory, on the right had her baby last month. Baby Zara. She's beautiful. And Bonnie, on the left, has a month to go but probably any day now till we meet precious Rhett.
Little brother turned 17. Heavens. I remember holding him the day he left the hospital.
I ran a Spartan race with my best friend, Alexi.
Fathers day was spend with grandparents. Love my pap.
House sitting def has its perks.
My best friend and cousin, Laura, is getting married!! And I'm a bridesmaid.
My 25th birthday present from my amazing parents.
Finally, got a new King bed. Even though we have a queen mattress. HA.
My mom is so precious. The school teacher in her comes out all the time. She told me that all the cool, young kids sit at Starbucks and draw in "adult coloring books". So, here i am, on my way to Dallas for my birthday, coloring in a coloring book. Wouldn't of brought in 25 any other way.
We stayed at the Nylo hotel. Its seriously amazing.
Dinner, at Hibiscus.
Bonnies baby shower.
Late night with the guys and pizza.
Weekends at my parents, swimming and being around fur babies.
Colbys dad is building a duck pond for hunting season. Typical.
Sorry I've been away. But life is just funny like that. One day you just get the urge to sit down and write about your life again. It feel so good to be back.
