I don’t know why, but this picture reminds me of the movie Hope Floats. You know the scene where Birdee realizes her daughter, Bernice, has forgotten her lunch and proceeds to walk to her school in a nightgown and coat without having showered or looked in a mirror in a lot of days? When that
“Do you think you should pick up Chick-fil-a,” I ask. He chuckles, “Yeah, I mean – I guess if we’re going to wreck their lives, we can at least do it over their favorite food.” He smiles meagerly, kisses my forehead, and takes the kids’ orders. I pass out paper plates. We all pop open
When I was about ten, my mom started doing a Jane Fonda workout video in our little living room. She did it almost everyday. I have no idea what she wore or how she looked doing it. I don’t know if she lost weight or not. Weight wasn’t something we EVER talked about. We didn’t
Barbies, books, and Overboard – my sister and I used to dress up in our dance costumes and reenact the movie Overboard. True life. And that’s what I remember about long summer days as a kid. I remember VBS, of course, beach vacations, and Swim Camp for two summers once I got a little older;
It was the letter, definitely the letter – but it was also everything that led up to the letter. It was that our kitchen sink smelled like actual garbage when I got home, that the new puppy tee teed on the rug – again, that I am late or behind on about three hundred and
I write a lot about super serious things here – reflective, heart things. And I like that because I want you to know that you’re not the only one that deals with the hard stuff while you smile and love and give. However, I also want you to know that there are tools and ways
So, we’re homeschooling. I’ve mentioned that I think, but I don’t think I’ve told you about how we arrived at that decision, about how it’s impacted our life, and about how it hasn’t. Before we even knew we were leaving Arvada, circumstances began to align in such a way that we felt led to homeschool.
This is a post I wrote about babies one and two between the birth of babies two and three – that now applies to my mornings with babies two and three (except that I am not currently expecting a fourth). And the wheel just keeps on turning… I woke up at 5 heavy-hearted and
We ate our Sunday dinner as planned. We cleaned up the kitchen as planned. The Hunk and Miss Magnificent went down for the resty roos as planned. And when all was quiet, I grabbed my Bible, my journal, threw on my favorite pair of flip flops, and headed down to the lake – eagerly anticipating
What would it be like if motherhood was my job – like the ultimate job that I’d hope and worked for my whole life – that tone I’d gone to school for, the one that energized me and made me feel alive? What would it look like if my focus, my heart, my energy went
