A Quick Confession

I am unreasonably excited about the royal wedding tomorrow. I'm so tempted to get up at 4am to start watching the coverage, but alas, I will be recording it for future viewing.

We're ok

I guess the tornadoes this past weekend were relatively close to us, one even touching down in downtown Raleigh. But we were blissfully unaware of any danger and went on with our lives like nothing was happening. There was some pretty intense hail, and the storm was loud enough to wake the kids up from their naps. But that was all the drama we saw.

Hopefully next time it storms like that one of us will realize that we should turn on the stupid radio to make sure we don't need to head down to the basement. Parents of the year here.

Grandpa Murphy

My grandfather is dying. He met with the doctor a week ago Tuesday, and the doctor told him it was time to stop treatments and call in hospice care. The doctor estimated his remaining time as 2 months.


Jarrod and I and our families made the trek to Ohio to see him this past weekend.

I can't begin to tell you how much my grandfather means to me, or how much I'm going to miss him. But the thing that hurts my heart the most is knowing that my kids and my niece won't realize or remember how much he adores them. Because if there's anything my grandfather loves, it's his grand babies.

(Pictures were stolen from Jarrod's wife, Amy's, website.)