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Well, we did a thing. John and I dumped social media. All of it. Not temporarily. Not a dramatic “taking a break to focus on myself” announcement followed by quietly returning three days later. 😏 We just…deleted it. And strangely enough, it feels kind of powerful. At some point we realized how much time we were spending staring at our phones, scrolling through the lives and opinions of people we don’t actually know while sitting approximately three feet away from the person we chose to spend our actual life with. That seems a little ridiculous when you really think about it. 😂 We have a house we love. A yard full of flowers, birds, bees, toads and assorted creatures who apparently consider the property theirs. We have Hunter, Maverick, Marshall, approximately four thousand zebra finches, two ball pythons and a betta fish. We have movies to watch. Coffee to drink. Projects to start and possibly never finish. Plants for me to obsess over. Things for John to fix because I had an idea. ...

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  It’s been a little quiet around Land of Osbourne lately. Life has a funny way of doing that. Sometimes there are a hundred stories to tell, and sometimes you’re just… living them. The flowers are blooming, the finches are keeping the neighborhood informed of absolutely everything, Hunter is still convinced that every family reunion requires full-speed launches at the front door, the cats continue to supervise every bathroom trip, and somewhere out there I’m still hoping Toadwart stops by for a swim in the community pool. Work has been work. Coffee has remained a necessity. John continues to be my favorite person to come home to. ❤️ I’ve also been reminded lately that happiness doesn’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it’s finding another four-leaf clover. Sometimes it’s watching a bird discover a nesting spot you made just for them. Sometimes it’s seeing a sleepy dog stretched out on the living room floor or noticing the petunias looking extra happy after a drink. Tho...

So, here is a pictorial history of the four leaf clovers I have found

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Granny- the keeper of all of my yesterdays

There is a small doll sitting on my desk right now. She is worn. Her fabric has aged. Time has softened every inch of her. And yet somehow… she still feels like home. Her name is Granny. My Grandma gave her to me when I was six months old. She found her at a nursing home sale, tucked beside a tiny little canopy bed that made her seem impossibly elegant to my baby eyes. Even then, before I could explain emotions in words, I knew Granny was different. She was never just another toy. Other dolls came and went. Barbies lost shoes. Stuffed animals disappeared into closets. Toys were traded, donated, forgotten. Not Granny. She stayed close. When we went on vacations, Granny came too. Camping trips? Packed. Sleepovers? Absolutely. Teenage years filled with invisible storms and growing pains? Still there. Even when I was “too old” to need a comfort object, I brought her anyway. Just in case. Just in case I got scared. Just in case the world felt too sharp. Just in case ...

7pm

Some dates don’t fade. They don’t blur into the background or get lost in the years. They stay lit up—bright, electric, unforgettable. Like Las Vegas at night. Like the Riviera. April 17, 1993. 7PM. DeGidio’s. That was the beginning. April 17, 1997. 7PM. Las Vegas Wedding Gardens. A limousine ride from the Riviera… standing in line at the Clark County Courthouse… and somehow, it all led right here A kiss that didn’t just belong to that moment— it belonged to every April 17 that would follow. And somehow… every single one has felt the same. Completely happy. Completely loved. No matter what life did in between. 33 years since our first date. 29 years married. And still… If you asked me what I wanted to do? I’d choose something simple. A walk through Cambridge City Park. Coffee in hand. Side by side. Because it was never about Vegas. Or the limo. Or the lights. It was always about us. And somehow… it still is. Every year. At 7PM.