Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.
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Because basically we keep them alive.
I say prayers with our boys most nights at bedtime. Sometimes I don’t because I’m talked out and, quite frankly, just want them to go to bed so I can, too. Some
The Grandma Biscuit.
When I was growing up, one of my favorite meals was biscuits and gravy. Not just any biscuits and gravy, though. My MOM’S. No one else’s can compare. She made it almost
Hashtag Woodpile.
Oh man. This kitten. I originally named him Stanley, but Hank keeps calling him, “Woodpile.” It’s stuck. He is so feisty. And funny, actually. He truly sees no difference in himself and
Ritual.
Each morning, our 9yo and I have the same little ritual. He gets up, I push his breakfast over to him, we eat together, and then we have reading time. He tells
Smiling is my favorite.
Do your kids argue? Ours argue over whose feet were bigger at a certain age, and whose eyes actually closed first when they went to sleep, and who smells better when they
Ready, fire, aim.
On Wednesday, we found out our youngest guy needed braces. I came home, made some consultation appointments, today we went to one, and voila. We have a brace face. That’s the gist
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.