As little girls we hear fairy tales of true love. As young women we go searching for it. As we age we do more than we ever thought we would to save it. No one teaches us that measurement of marriage is something as deep as it is wide or tall.
The half-cursive lettering just flows off of the page, like a quickly moving story through time. This was indeed a basic and beautiful time for me; a period of vital self-discovery while I focused solely on my humble home and young child. But what was also revealed to me is how truly lonely and ill-prepared in life I felt at the time. Financial woes, weight insecurities and constantly feeling upset with my husband and annoyed with my friends and sister. Persistent struggles with insomnia. And always the longing for a second child.
Soap got everywhere, the kids got soaked. It ended up being a great memory out of an otherwise frustrating day.
I admire my mother-in-law for many reasons. She has a genuine heart, is unconditionally generous, is devoted to her family, a very organized and tidy housekeeper and…… Read more “The Always Pre-Peared Salad”
We gather around in prayer before we eat and in a circle of 100 people you see that together we have taught these kids more than just strategy and endurance, we have shown them how to be a part of something bigger than themselves.
The redundant times in life are like the tempo in poetry, like the chorus in song. Find joy in the daily cadence of your life. Don’t take these mellow times for granted. This is what abundance feels like.
But on the morning of Valentine’s Day there was a terrible tragedy in the United States, some children didn’t make it home from school in a town in Florida and amidst the anger and horror in my heart was that clear and concise perspective parents get in moments of fear. Suddenly I didn’t care what restaurant havoc might take place. I was going to spend an extra-special evening with my second (and last) born.