Oh my. Can I even express through words how busy I've been?
No. But I can certainly try.
Writing Elder Creasey, my little brother, has been really fun. I love getting letters from him more than I love sending them, though. It's way nice to hear that he's doing well and having a great time. Of course, he says the work is hard, but it's worth it. It's people like that who I love being around, people with purpose. Or people who work hard to find purpose.
Something that really stuck out to me from his last letter was how he kept insisting I have the gift of music, and I have to make sure to share it. Of course, I'm not as good as I'd like to think I am when it comes to playing the violin, but with 13 years of hard work and teaching myself, I'm glad to have gotten as far as I have, and Alex insists that people don't just teach themselves the things I've taught myself.
A lot has happened in this past week. But when I try to look back and remember what I've done, homework is the word and action that sticks out the most. It's frustrating, but necessary. The only time when I get really frustrated with all the homework that I have is when it interferes with the time I should be able to spend with Cory. Luckily, I have a great boyfriend, and we often study together and help each other out...but it would still be nice if we could go out on an actual date--not just a study one.
I've taken a lot of pictures lately, so here are some that were taken this past week, along with, of course, a description:
Cooper wouldn't hold still for a clear shot. Typical dog ;)
I love it when Cory laughs. It makes me smile. :)
I haven't even looked at this book since I took this picture. I hate it. With a deep, burning passion.
Mary and Zeke wrestling. He looked up at the camera right as a snapped a shot.
Zeke is seriously the best dog I could have asked for. He gets super crazy--but, hey, he's a puppy. It's expected. I can't imagine life without my pup!
Togo and his "I'm sexy and I know it" face.
Cory attempting to fight. Of course, I just held my camera and snapped shot after shot.
Zeke is terrified of these specific set of stairs in my apartment complex. This problem hasn't come up at any other set. Just this one.
He broke his cone. Cory and I got creative.
The poem I began to calligraph-y for Elder Creasey. It was a special request.
Parenthood=My Life. (When I'm not doing homework.)
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