expectations, boy talk, and date night…
Yesterday Matt and I came off of a two week stretch with the kids. In the last two weeks Parker battled a three-day cold, Ryen had a 102 fever, we hosted my in-laws for a week [which meant I disinfected everything twice so I didn’t look like a bad wife], trekked...
the way she speaks…
The church cafe was full of chatter and after-service buzz. Tables and chairs slid across floors, pulled together to meet the needs of large families and separated for smaller parties. The white noise created an energetic mix. Coffee steamed, friends chatted, children...
first day of school…
Shoes neatly placed near the door. Bag packed full with supplies. Nerves dancing like butterflies deep inside. Today is my first day of school. I practiced how I would say hello. I brushed my teeth twice. I picked out my outfit and brushed out my hair. This is the day...
own it…
There are certain things in life we just need to own. Who gives a rip what people think about our comic book collection, passion for brussel spouts, or penchant for organizing our sock drawer. OWN IT! I own… … dancing in the gym parking lot after a fun...
speaking of hard things…
Deep in the belly of a piscine, a man floundered aimlessly in an ocean of rebellion and anger for three full days. He ran from doing what God called him to do and fought will against will until he could fight no longer. Capitulating and confessing his error, he agreed...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
