I wish

Mr. Nielson made it home after a week-long trip to the ranch.

While there, he checked on the heifers and fixed fences, 

and we would spend hours talking on the phone at night.

Every night it ended pretty much like this:

"Ok, well, I love you.  Goodnight......you hang up first".

"No, you hang up."

"No, you hang up."

"No, you."

"No, you."

"No, you"....and so on.

Christian made it home from the ranch on Friday afternoon at 3:00, then at 3:30

 he and Oliver went on a Scout campout.  Hello.  Goodbye.

When he got home from the campout, we dressed up and attended a 

church meeting, and then to the grocery store.

I cook on the weekdays, we eat out 

once a week, and on Sunday, Christian cooks.

So Saturday evenings, we find ourselves at the grocery store where
 Mr. Nielson picks out the produce to cook on Sunday.

Then for some weird reason, we began documenting these
inspiring evenings while at the store together.

Last Saturday night, we posted a photo of us on isle 6 

which happened to be the baby isle

 (because I love and needed more baby lotion). 

We took a picture, and I posted it; minutes later, I got a text from a friend 

congratulating me on my pregnancy.

As much as I wish it were to be true, alas, it is not.  

Happy Monday.

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