The first of March

......Pretty much my favorite day of the year. Totally worth celebrating with flowers and light colors. Also a day I feel like having a beer. Because, you know, November, December, January and February are gone. Gone! March, I could kiss you. And kiss you. And kiss you. There may be snow on the ground, but who cares. It's March.
JosephineMarch.
Wearemarchingon.
Marchmadness.
Whatever.
March.


Seems like I've been folding laundry and cleaning house all week (probably because I have). It's all done, though, which means I'm doing next too nothing all weekend long. Mr. Keller and I are renting a stack of movies, putting the littles to bed and starting a fire for the first time in a few weeks. We also invested in a Carmike popcorn bucket last weekend, which I'm planning on going to fill up and bring home. (Is that tacky?)

In other news, we're so happy Papa Corrie is home from the hospital from his heart scare. Tender mercies were shown to this family this last week. We love you and know grandma is taking good care of you, just like she always does.

Also, to be noted, I actually went visiting teaching last night for the first time in years, thanks to a very convincing (and enthusiastic) partner. : ) I must be honest in admitting that I've never been a huge fan (hopefully that's okay to say). I blame it on genes of sorts. Grandpa Dixon never liked, but faithfully did his home teaching (unlike me), but when he got sick and was close to passing, he said he hoped there wasn't home teaching in heaven. (Cute that that's one of the things he thought of.) Anyway, I went. And that's that.

Here's to hoping you have a relaxing few days. Happy weekend, to you.

Xoxo.