Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.
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We’ve been looking for a couple months for a second farm dog. Over the Thanksgiving break, we went to Oklahoma to visit family for the holiday and during that time, Otis, our
just look around…
A couple months ago, I let our 11yo in on the nuances of believing. There is a great debate in our world of whether or not to believe in Santa. At the
dst gives way to bs.
I will admit, I sure did enjoy “sleeping in” the extra hour on Sunday. My bonus was this: Bedhead Sunday. May I present to you…the most fantastic BSers. Feel free to post
we couldn’t find anything louder.
Up until last week, we had clarinet-thirty. Clarinet-thirty is the time when our 11yo gets off the bus, comes inside, and busts out the clarinet. It’s getting better. Now, we have trumpet-omg-it’s-way-too-early.
welcome to the a.s.s.
This morning, I woke up to Hank looking so sad and really defeated. “I forgot. Did you?” He asked. Followed by, “He hasn’t even said anything.” Holden lost a tooth last night.
can i make something?
One of my little men takes after his momma’s heart. More specifically and better stated: my sweet tooth. :) He’s our guy who walks in from school, pauses at the back door,
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.