***Edited to note: I took this post down for about a half an hour this morning, thinking it sounded like I’m ungrateful for his current job. I’m not. I am fully aware what it means to have a job—any job—in this economy. This post is about Michael and his job. …
A couple days ago instead of my usual morning devotions, I did a word search for the word “weary” in the Bible. When your life story’s recurring theme is “waiting”, it can become wearisome.And after awhile, you can get what I’ve heard called “bone-tired.”However, it helps to remember the source …
He loves sledding. He especially loves sledding when it is fast and dangerous. What has my husband taught him? They’ll likely be building jumps next winter. Michael made these crescent rolls with dough from our bread maker this morning. Million beginning a love affair with our oscillating space heater. BonAmi …
I always planned to be extraordinarily intentional with my kids.And I still think that’s a good thing. I made pancakes this morning.However, it did not turn out into a bonding experience like I always imagined before parenthood that it would be. I didn’t make shapes of animals or letters for Million.I …
The tea kettle whistles, and my son is no longer afraid of it. He no longer wails in terror, thinking that I’m crying or screaming and causing the noise. He runs to the stove and says “mamatee!” a blended word. He knows it’s time for mama’s tea. A balsam-scented candle …