I dropped my daughter off for her first day of school. It is two days a week for two and half hours each time. Two days, two hours: one emotionally wrecked momma! I did not realize how strongly it would impact me. My baby, beaming, waved goodbye, so excited to be a big girl. I waved… Continue reading Letting Go
I am so excited to feature my first guest blogger! Rebekah’s heart is one of such tender beauty and love, I am forever moved by her writing. How this particular piece has torn into my soul. I am honored to feature it here. Rebekah, Barren to Beautiful She charges into the roaring surf at the ocean.… Continue reading Braver Than Me
It was war–them verses the huge spider web. I felt a bit sorry for the the little insect. How many weeks, months, did it take him to weave his intricate and delicate home, only to be demolished in five seconds by my crew. I discovered it could be repaired in 30 minutes and now do… Continue reading What is Your Plan of Attack?
Yesterday the temperature dropped 25 degrees–25! We went from splashing around one day to shivering our rear ends off the next. Fall is approaching and as much as everyone is cheering about cozy sweaters, changing leaves, and warm fires, I am not falling (no pun intended) for their foolish fantasies. Autumn means one thing: winter… Continue reading Seasons Are Like Childbirth
Yesterday America stopped and celebrated Labor Day. Out came the grills, the footballs and soccer, the homemade treats and iced cold lemonade. A day off to kick back and enjoy family and friends. Yesterday, America rested. Yesterday, “Ameri-moms” worked themselves to the bone. If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~ Milton… Continue reading “Ameri-moms” Nonexistent Labor Day
My sweet boy was sick. Only 30 minutes into his night rest he awoke crying. I placed him on my chest and we laid in my bed together . After quite some time of restlessness, he finally found sleep again. I carefully laid him back in his crib and stretched my limbs in relief. Shortly… Continue reading The Sweetest Aches of Life
My daughter stood on the scale and loudly proclaimed, “I weigh 20 dollars!” “Wow, 20 dollars!” I exclaimed back. “Yes, I am a big girl!” she beamed, and with this, strutted off to tackle her next adventure in toddlerhood. At what point does the scale change from proclaiming “dollar signs” to actual ugly pounds? When do… Continue reading Dollars and Pounds