PLAY FOR ME
November is traditionally a month of gratitude, and I have been blessed with the gift of a few off notes to help me practice hearing the melody as we kick off the season of thanks.
November is traditionally a month of gratitude, and I have been blessed with the gift of a few off notes to help me practice hearing the melody as we kick off the season of thanks.
God made my girl to be so big on the inside that it is pouring out the borders of her skin. I love this child, and I pray for the grace I need to help her as her skin grows to to fit all of who she is.
Everyday they believed that today could be the day, and one day it was.
I became a grandmother at age 33.
I’m sure you are doing the math to figure out how old I must have been when I had my child and how old my child must have been when she made me a grandma. I’ll help you with your calculations.
I am not suggesting you follow your friends and loved ones into the bathroom and hold their hands while they poop. I am suggesting, though, that you make yourself available to them right where they are hurting.
As an imperfect perfectionist, one of my biggest problems is that I can NEVER do enough. I don’t mean this in an overly dramatic sense. I literally cannot physically do enough to accomplish everything that I feel should be done in a day. Two major factors in my life make this particularly true: my job and my children. These two factors entered my […]
I have made an amazing discovery: the world will not fall apart if I do not wash the dishes. It has been a struggle to test this theory, but I have found that every time I do, my hypothesis is correct. This is also true for folding laundry and tidying up the living room. I’m not sure about keeping the […]
After an intense round of UNO tonight, my 9 year old daughter told me I should write a post about the game. I asked her what it should say, and she said the message should be to not let something small block your way. Although I love that she had a great moral, her desire for me to write a post made […]
Every petty inch of me wanted to defend myself in a sarcastic manner similar to what I have done here.
Last night at dinner, my children asked my husband to tell them the ranch dressing story. This is a story he has told them many times before about accidentally pouring ranch dressing all over himself when he was a kid. When the story ended, the kids asked for another, and another, and another…. My wonderful husband regaled them with the numerous mistakes […]