Testing, testing...

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Is this thing on?

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Wow, looks like it hasn't given up. I'm sure I can't say the same for several of you.

The good news? I didn't die, have a funeral and not invite you.

The bad news? My need to share my innermost thoughts apparently did.

Is that bad news? Don't answer that.

Okay, let's get you caught up.

I was born in a little town...

Not that caught up.

Life is good. The biggest news of late definitely being that my team (cue beautiful, heavenly choirs singing their name) BUTLER has made it into the Elite Eight. That may mean nothing to many of you and I feel sad for you. But for those that get it, you have felt March Madness joy and it feels good doesn't it? Was I sad that BYU didn't make it? Very. That game last night gave me stress the likes of which have not been seen for some time (and that is saying a lot about yours truly). It was horrible. I was so sad. And I tell you it must have wiped me out, because as the Butler game started, all I remember is, um, nothing, until I woke up five minutes before the entire game was over. Gratefully Butler was winning by a good amount or I would have felt horrible. Their #1 fan sleeping during a game? That isn't right people. Not right at all. But all is well. They play Florida Saturday night and you'd better believe I got all of my sleeping out of my system. Well, during games. Believe me, sleeping is never out of my system.

What else? Oh yes, I have children. That are pretty darn funny and amazing. And you know how people always say, "but I'm the mom and I'm biased"? In my case, so not true. (Well, I am the mom, but I was talking about the biased part.) They really are the four greatest little people (some taller than others) that I know. Come spend seven minutes with them, I promise you'll agree.

Cam and Matt are starting soccer this spring. We haven't played spring soccer since we moved here, because we couldn't find a league that didn't have games on Sunday. Looks like we didn't look far enough. It was in our own town. (Long story, don't judge.) Anyway, I have to say I really love going to soccer games, so I'm pretty excited to be watching my boys this spring. They are such good boys in every way, athletic and otherwise.

Annie decided to skip on soccer (she likes it, doesn't love it) and focus on piano and running during these months. She is really getting great at both. I love to listen to her play, but my word, you should watch the girl run. I would pay large amounts of money to run as smoothly and effortlessly as she does. The first time (many months ago) she decided to try a mile she did it in something like nine minutes. I was proud people, incredibly proud. She will only get faster and I cannot even imagine.

Oh Ben, little Ben. That boy is growing up. Jacob is working from home today and spent some great time with Ben. After Ben had gone upstairs for his quiet time (turned nap), Jacob told me, "He is such a good boy." And that about sums it up. He is three and he can give you a run for your money, but his sweetness makes up for it over and over again. Plus, his dance moves make you sick from laughing.

Jacob/Bishop Allen is doing well. He has so much on his plate you might mistake it for my dinner. But do you know what? He is learning this incredible balance that seems to give his work, his calling, his exercise what he needs to and always makes sure his family has his best. Always. It is something else and honestly, I pray each day in gratitude to be married to him. Plus, he doesn't laugh and jeer when his wife falls asleep during an important basketball game. He just smiles and says "good morning" when she finally wakes up at 11:42pm. And his smile is almost not a smirk. See why I adore him?

Well, there you go. Don't you feel caught up? Don't you feel like you can now go on a better person? Don't you wish this dumb cold weather would go away and spring would bust its way out? (If you live where that has happened, I do not need to know. Do. Not. Need. To. Know.)

Take care wonderful friends. Thanks for sticking with me, even through the sparse times. I'd like to think I'm worth it.

Even with narcolepsy.