July 11, 2019 3 Satsop, Washington lima.8
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
My very first happened on July tiga, 1999. My second- and third-born were already tucked into their bunk beds next door and my youngest snoozing nearby while I lay with my first-born on her bed. Our faithful dog, Casey, was curled up at our feet and my husband sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as he read a big girl bedtime story.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
My very first happened on July tiga, 1999. My second- and third-born were already tucked into their bunk beds next door and my youngest snoozing nearby while I lay with my first-born on her bed. Our faithful dog, Casey, was curled up at our feet and my husband sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as he read a big girl bedtime story.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
My very first happened on July tiga, 1999. My second- and third-born were already tucked into their bunk beds next door and my youngest snoozing nearby while I lay with my first-born on her bed. Our faithful dog, Casey, was curled up at our feet and my husband sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as he read a big girl bedtime story.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
My very first happened on July tiga, 1999. My second- and third-born were already tucked into their bunk beds next door and my youngest snoozing nearby while I lay with my first-born on her bed. Our faithful dog, Casey, was curled up at our feet and my husband sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as he read a big girl bedtime story.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
My very first happened on July tiga, 1999. My second- and third-born were already tucked into their bunk beds next door and my youngest snoozing nearby while I lay with my first-born on her bed. Our faithful dog, Casey, was curled up at our feet and my husband sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as he read a big girl bedtime story.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
My very first happened on July tiga, 1999. My second- and third-born were already tucked into their bunk beds next door and my youngest snoozing nearby while I lay with my first-born on her bed. Our faithful dog, Casey, was curled up at our feet and my husband sat on the floor, leaning against the bed as he read a big girl bedtime story.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
I have mixed feelings about earthquakes. In some ways, I hope I never experience another but then again, I would love to feel that spine-tingling, mind-blowing sensation right this very moment.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
I have mixed feelings about earthquakes. In some ways, I hope I never experience another but then again, I would love to feel that spine-tingling, mind-blowing sensation right this very moment.
February 28, 2001. A busy morning at our school for homeschoolers. I'd left the older three girls, ages 13, 11, and 9, under the care of a fellow mom back at the school, and run my youngest up to her Kindermusik group closer to home. While she was busy singing and playing xylophones with other seven-year-olds, I zoomed home for a quick pit stop. I was out on the driveway, about to step back into my Mazda MPV, when I felt the first wave.
I have mixed feelings about earthquakes. In some ways, I hope I never experience another but then again, I would love to feel that spine-tingling, mind-blowing sensation right this very moment.
February 28, 2001. A busy morning at our school for homeschoolers. I'd left the older three girls, ages 13, 11, and 9, under the care of a fellow mom back at the school, and run my youngest up to her Kindermusik group closer to home. While she was busy singing and playing xylophones with other seven-year-olds, I zoomed home for a quick pit stop. I was out on the driveway, about to step back into my Mazda MPV, when I felt the first wave.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
All I know for sure is that when the earth moves under my feet, I feel fully and terrifyingly alive.
I have mixed feelings about earthquakes. In some ways, I hope I never experience another but then again, I would love to feel that spine-tingling, mind-blowing sensation right this very moment.
All I know for sure is that when the earth moves under my feet, I feel fully and terrifyingly alive.
I have mixed feelings about earthquakes. In some ways, I hope I never experience another but then again, I would love to feel that spine-tingling, mind-blowing sensation right this very moment.
"I think it's an earthquake," I remember my husband saying. The first one for us Midwestern transplants, the first one for all four of our girls.
I have mixed feelings about earthquakes. In some ways, I hope I never experience another but then again, I would love to feel that spine-tingling, mind-blowing sensation right this very moment.
All I know for sure is that when the earth moves under my feet, I feel fully and terrifyingly alive.
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