Messy Kitchen

I don't want to clean the kitchen.

A friend of ours gave us some unnatural sized zucchini, which prompted us to create a sauteed zucchini and tomato pasta dish (with dill) and several large batches of zucchini bread. We were living in heaven.

But now the kitchen is messy. I don't really want to clean it. Oddly, its not because laziness or anything of that sort.

I look around me at opened cook books and flour sprawn out all over the counter. I see my beautiful wooden cutting board laying there on with just a few remenants of crumbs of our bread and I just think about what a beautiful picture this is of a homey kitchen that is well used and loved to make people happy and welcomed.

So, that's why I don't want to clean the kitchen. That plus, I am tired.

Married life

Every day I get a phone call in the middle of the day. "Jo Anna, did you make me black beans?" My head hangs a little low to the ground. "No, not today dear."

Isaiah thinks about black beans all day long. I believe he dreams about them in his sleep. As a new wife, it's difficult to keep up with all the demands that a man needs. I am learning every day that my life now consists of another's goals and dreams, and I cannot just think about my own needs.

So, instead of going to Jessica's house to re-edit lots of photographs that I will eventually put in a website, so that I can advocate my photography and make lots and lots of money for us and our starving family of 11 adopted children in 10 years, I am going to go home and make black beans for Isaiah.

We will have a delightful evening together, eating black beans and swinging on the swing. I can't wait:)