I wouldn't call it a resolution as much as a goal.

While we were in Indiana over Christmas, there were a few days where Luke was feeling under the weather and I decided it was my job to make him breakfast. What you may not know about Luke and I is that in our life, somehow or another, Luke cooks most of our meals. Luke loves to cook and in another life he would love to be a chef.

The interesting thing is that I'm also a good cook, and I also like to cook. I'd just say, Luke is a little bit better of a cook, and he enjoys cooking more than I do. But there was something a little strange in our husband-wife dynamic when Luke was cooking the meals, and while we were in Indiana and I was doing some of the cooking, I really liked it, and Luke liked it too.

So, one of my new years' resolutions (again - more of a goal) is to cook my husband breakfast every morning. This works out great because we usually figure out lunch together (like a sandwich, or cheese and crackers, etc.) and then Luke's still able to play chef for dinner.

So, we're about 10 meals in now, and I haven't missed a single day. We've had lots of adventurous stuff that I would NEVER eat for breakfast (like spinach or onions, etc.) and also some basic stuff like scrambled eggs and bacon. But one of the meals we've had twice so far is these streusel topped blueberry muffins.

It's really nothing special, it's a packet of Betty Crocker blueberry muffin mix, and I use milk instead of water like the packet calls for. Then, because Luke told me his favorite part of any muffin was streusel topping, I looked up a recipe for streusel topping (which is just sugar, flour, cinnamon, and butter) and sprinkled that on top of it before baking.

I'd love to hear some other breakfast ideas that you might have!

While we were visiting Luke's family in Indiana over Christmas, one night during the 'blizzard' we decided we wanted to sit in the den so we could watch the snow fall. You see, when we visit Luke's family, we get to stay in the basement, which is like a fully furnished apartment with it's own bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and washer and dryer... which is lovely, but it doesn't give us much of a view as far as windows go.

So, upstairs we went one cold night. Luke built a fire in the fireplace and I snuggled up with one of Luke's mom's blankets that hung over the couch (seriously... I want to smuggle more of these blankets back to our house. I have already smuggled one but it took me 6 years to do so. :)

Turning on the TV just didn't seem fitting, so we decided to pass the time by going through an old box of pictures. Somewhere among the 80s perms (you know who you are) and the past family vacations, we stumbled across two pictures that I just love.

By the way, did you know Luke and I met showing cattle? Well, we did. We both grew up showing livestock when we were kids up until we started our business. I am so thankful that we met one another!

First is the picture below from 1998. This is at a big Indiana winter cattle show called the Hoosier Beef Congress. What's interesting about this picture is that there is little Luke, showing his calf (who he remembers was named Gina) and right there on the other side was one of the judges for the show. A few pictures before this one in the stack, I had spotted that judge's white cowboy hat and I said to Luke, 'I think that's my dad. I'd know that Bailey cowboy hat anywhere." Sure enough, we came across this picture next and that certainly is my dad. This was before any of us knew one another.

To add even more to the story, I came to this cattle show myself in 2001, three years later. Without a doubt, Luke was there. That year, I had traveled along with my dad and my sister to the show while they were judging showmanship. But we didn't meet there.

Next is my favorite!

This was in November 2001 at the biggest cattle show of the year - the North American in Louisville, Kentucky. This is in Freedom Hall where the Louisville Cardinals used to play men's basketball.

First in the picture we saw Luke, who by the way is in the first place hole with his Angus heifer.

Across the ring, on the other side of the white fence is me, also in the first place hole, by the way, with my Shorthorn heifer.

Again, we were right by each other, but we still never managed to meet.

Luckily, we finally crossed paths and met one another 3 years later at (where else) another cattle show in South Dakota... but that's another story.

In other news... get your pictures and snapshots printed. Here's why. :)