This boy– this one right here– is currently scooting waaay close to my very last nerve. He’s impulsive. He makes poor choices. He’s loud. He…
Her first love
We bought the guitar– the first guitar– because we wanted our kids to be exposed to music. It wasn’t the perfect first instrument for a…
6 Ways Moms Can Invest in Eternity
God can use anything –even blogs!– to bring amazing people into your life: people who make you laugh, people who build you up, people who…
By request: Our Day {straddle parenting in the trenches}
Oh, how reluctant I am to throw this into cyberspace. The truth is, there is no “normal” day any more than there is a “perfect”…
Moments, not milestones
I remember the first time Phineas stood on his own. It was in the middle of the floor, far away from the safety net of…
Let’s just assume…
There I was: in the pediatrician’s waiting room, carefully balancing Simon on my hip to give him the perfect vantage point from which to view…
Suddenly six
Brown eyes. It was his eyes, more than anything, that got me. John Mark (or Jem, as we often call him) was my first brown eyed…
Of course you aren’t enough
There’s that moment with each child– that “Oh my word, I am in over my head,” moment– right when you feel them in your arms…
14
He’s an inch taller than his dad, and not done growing yet. Oh, my.
The part you can’t see
Dear Judging Mom, I’m sorry that we ruined your grocery trip. Really, I am. I never want to inconvenience others. Honestly, I lived a whole…