Small little saucers and glasses all sizes Knick knacks with stories and upstairs surprises Breakfasts with craisins and bananas galore These are a few of my favorite things Buckets of petals and blossoms of flowers Sandy white castles and pretend tool powers Kids who are sick and yet loved and adored These are a few … Continue reading Few of My Favorite Things
I’m not a cold-hearted stoic after all! For a while there, I was getting nervous. Do I even have a heart?! Why am I NOT sad? Not even a teeny bit? I got to the point in my lack of sentimentality that something was wrong with me, and it needed to be addressed. I started … Continue reading Feelings
“Pinch me. I must be dreaming,” Gwen confessed to me concerning her life in Minnesota, as we closed our very first, new-neighbor conversation. She stole the words right out of my mouth. Or rather… as I sit here on my screened-in porch, sipping hot coffee in the cool of the Minnesota morning, listening to birds … Continue reading Enchanted
What a whirlwind. Tomorrow we get to see the Meadow Lane Manor! (Yes, our house has a name. How do you name a house? I don't know, but we found it somewhere on the internet... Yes, please!) Earlier this week, every person in our household (minus Lois) got bombarded by the Norovirus (aka stomach bug) … Continue reading Ready
It's not fair. Life is just not fair. Every child has learned that lesson. We all have received the smaller half of the cookie, had a friend who could do something we weren't allowed, or been blamed for something we had no part in. Life, indeed, is not fair. But, what if you got the … Continue reading Unfair
My brain feels like mush. This is the third attempt at writing a blog post in the past two weeks, and I'm not entirely sure this one will make it to the "publish" button either. It is house crunch time, and my mind is spinning in about one million directions. I literally, somehow, "convinced" Bobby … Continue reading Wake Up
All hope and excitement was before us. As the four wheels of our whale-blue car rolled up to Minnesota, so too did my heart roll in eager anticipation to see our future house. "Bobby!" I exclaimed squeezing and shaking his bicep in the rumbling car, "We are going to see our house!" As traffic picked … Continue reading Loop-de-Loop
We are officially homeless. Sure, we may have a large chunk of change in the bank from the equity of our home, but there is something priceless about having a place to call your own. For our last night at the Shawnee House, we did last minute fixes and clean-ups, said good-bye to our favorite … Continue reading Homeless
There is a white folding table in our "new" living room. It was fittingly placed beside the basement walk-out door, inviting our boxes, containers, and random piles of junk. Bobby and the rest of the clan and I would go to our minivan and Rav 4 to retrieve new boxes, and place them on, under, … Continue reading Sour Patch
I feel like we are all in survival mode. Recently I read a biography in which, the author made a comment that most people journal during difficult times, sorrow, or when life is hard. Although I do have times of journaling out frustrations or difficulty, I think that as a writer, I tend to write … Continue reading Survival Mode
Seminary Wife 