I’ve got nothing good for you.

No, seriously, I’m in the process of trying to add in a new medicine and my hormones were already out of control before this and now it’s just throwing my estrogen and testosterone even more out of whack which explains why I cried on — wait for it — nine separate occasions yesterday and I just want to walk around with the results from my most recent blood test taped to my chest because then I could prove, PROVE that I’m not just an overly emotional girl, I had medical reason for breaking out in tears over anything and everything.

And so, instead of writing a real post (I DO NOT TRUST MYSELF NOR MY EMOTIONS), I decided that I would create a list of items that make me happy but I am too tired to do that.  And then I thought I would upload a bunch of pictures that make me happy, but I’m too impatient for that.  And then I thought I would tell you about how I hid in the bathroom stall at work yesterday afternoon and cried because I’m turning 26 later this week and I’m afraid God has forgotten me but I decided not to tell you because then you might be inclined to think that my hormones are out of control or something strange like that.

Here’s the thing about God forgetting you: He doesn’t.  Please, we learned that in Sunday School.  So, then we’re left with the actual fear that none of us want to admit: we know that God is able to do anything for us, but the real question is whether He’s willing to do it or not.

I need a glass of Sunny Delight.  On the rocks.

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On a brighter note, I declare that, since it is September 1, fall has arrived!  Fall is my absolute favorite time of the year; how could anyone love a season more than they love autumn?

Here’s what fall looks like in my mind this year:

Cooking dinner for the babies with the kitchen windows open.  Picking them up out of the bathtub and putting them in clean pajamas.  Lots of giggles and tickles as I put them in bed.  Evenings at the campus soccer field while we cheer on Papa Gosling.  My free nights (i.e. when I have no little girls around) spent at Starbucks, just enjoying being with myself.  Football games on in the living room and hopefully plenty of college girls over to watch them (we don’t actually know anything about football, we need boys!!!).   Doing laundry and loving that I get to fold little girl clothes.  Jumping in piles of leaves with the babies.

Last night was the perfect intro to fall: when I was laying Juliana and Olivia down for bed, they wanted me to snuggle with them and tell them a story.   I told them a story about a princess who went for a walk in the forest and found all kinds of baby animals who wanted to go on the walk with her.  I included plenty of animal noises and finished the story with the requisite “and they all lived happily ever after.”

And now I’m going to go finish my lecture for my 11 a.m. class since, you know, it probably wouldn’t fly for me to talk about a princess with forest friends to a room full of college juniors and seniors.