The river looked so peaceful tumbling over the rocks and through the snow-covered pine trees. The road weaved through the narrow canyon, the rock walls towered above us. The kids had been teasing all morning to find a sledding hill and we hadn’t driven all… Continue Reading “Playing with Fire”
My thoughts on modesty, vaccines, and how maybe we can all help each other and show a little more kindness.
It’s no secret that R, our first son, came as a surprise. Sure, my husband and I rarely (if ever) admit to it, but all you would have to do is simple subtraction to figure out we had only been married a year and… Continue Reading “Having Children Ruined My Life”
Big announcements have never been my forte. I typically go for the “no one really needs to know” approach, or I try to be all fun and fail miserably. with our first baby I went for the “no one really needs to know” until… Continue Reading “Priceless (an announcement)”
Baby Sparkles. My little 4-year-old self had been mesmerized with her commercials for months. Those big, blue eyes. Those curly, blond locks. That crown that lit up when her head was tipped back. My heart almost ached with hopes that she’d be under the… Continue Reading “The Greatest Gift of All”
This Christmas season I believe more than ever before that Jesus Christ was born to this earth for a purpose. I believe that because he loves us, he not only suffered for our sins, but also for our grief and pain. He knows each of us so personally, so intimately. I believe he can help us through even the most trying of times. I’ve witnessed it time and time again this year. He can mend broken hearts and give hope where none is left. I believe.
Twas the week before Christmas and Mom was a mess. Instead of holiday happy greetings, all she felt was distress. “Only five days till Christmas! It’s practically here.” She grumbled and bristled, felling no sort of cheer. Christmas cards strewn the table, cookie cutters… Continue Reading “Grinchy-Mom’s Week Before Christmas”
I’m so thankful for the wingmen in my life. Those that flew by me for only a short time, and those that continue to be there. This Thanksgiving let’s remember that our greatest blessings of all are those soaring through the winds of life by our side.
In our efforts to be good parents, to provide our children with ample opportunities, to make sure they’re smart, athletic, well-rounded, socially adjusted, have a plethora of friends, and happy, I hope we can remember that home is just as (or more) important as any museum, any soccer field, any dugout, any library.