For the last few years, instead of a New Year's Resolution, I've chosen a word. I fail miserably at resolutions, but choosing a word gives me a general focus that I can come back to or be reminded of as the months unfold. It has been helpful. For 2018 my word was renew. What an … Continue reading My Word for 2019- Morning
My 8-year-old told me about a dream she had last night. A group of people, standing in front of another group of people. One group had masks on. One by one, they removed their masks to reveal who they were. As the masks were lifted, she noticed that one of them was her Grandpa. She … Continue reading A Year Apart
Every year I write a birthday letter to each child which will be compiled into a book and given to them on their 18th birthday. In 6 days Bryson will be 10, so it's already time to write another one! Bryson- Facebook has a thing called "Memories" where you can see what you posted on … Continue reading Bryson’s 10th Birthday Letter…
We are adjusting well to life in Florida, but I am working on my time management. My to-do list is longer than there are enough hours in the day for and I am easily overwhelmed, even in a normal routine. #introvertlife. Today, knowing it’d be hectic before church tonight, I decided to have a quick … Continue reading Christmas Wreaths & Butterflies
Sweet Jordy, Tomorrow you will wake up and bravely get ready to go to the third grade. The day after that, you will turn eight. This will be your first birthday in Florida! A very quick move, a different theatre for Daddy to run, a home to get in order, and a new school year … Continue reading Jordyn’s 8th Birthday Letter
Every year I write a birthday letter to my kiddos so that on their 18th birthday I can compile them all into a book for them to have. Somehow, some way we've made it to a 10th birthday letter! All. the. tears. I only have 8 more birthday letters to write for Miss Layla Jean … Continue reading Layla’s 10th Birthday Letter
There's this memory that keeps replaying in my mind. I don't have much say over when it happens. I'll be working, or cleaning, or driving, and then suddenly I'm re-living this moment for no particular reason except that maybe it's my brain's way of trying to work things out for itself. It was last summer. … Continue reading Sunrise, sunset.