I have ideas. I mean A LOT of ideas. I take “dreamer” to a whole new level. The problem with this is that I get extremely passionate about these ideas without first filtering out the crazy.
Pinterest isn’t really helping my cause any either. One minute I’m convinced the kids need triple bunk beds in their room and the next I’ve determined we need to quit our jobs, sell the house and start a farm. It’s exhausting.
This past year our Christmas card fell victim to one such idea. When I came to my husband with an idea, it was met with a deer-in-the-headlights look of panic. Apparently he was having a difficult time embracing my vision of bringing a live chicken into the house for a photo shoot.
But, being the good sport that he is, he gathered his patience and together we made one crazy idea come to life. Merry [belated] Christmas to you.