In my former life, I loved to shop. Loved it. And by former life, I mean B.C. (before children). And by shop, I mostly mean browse. Mostly. But somewhere in between Jeremiah sleeping soundly in his stroller no matter where we were and turning into a toddler with working legs and arms, shopping has become more of a need than a want.
I remember in the younger years of my life, maybe around middle school, spending the night at my Grandma Skrivan’s house on Thanksgiving night and the next day the two of us heading out to do some fun shopping. I’d usually pick out my Christmas gift that day and she’d save it to give to me on Christmas Eve. Sometimes I even got a pretty holiday outfit to sport multiple times during the next few weeks...Read More