It seems like there were so many things swirling around Easter this year. So many things on my heart, but also things on this blog! Kind of fun to have “new life” here right at the very time we were celebrating new life at Easter. Now that we have this new space, let’s talk about…
If you are ready to move on into 2023 without any more Christmas hullabaloo, maybe go ahead and skip this post. I don’t blame you since we’re practically half way through January! CHRISTMAS EVE I’m just trying to keep up though, and want to remember how this year this little fact hit me more than…
We were still up in Utah (dropping Claire off for college) intentionally so we could be there to celebrate this girl: I wrote about her on her actual day back HERE, but here’s what we did that day. Of course we had to start with Lucy’s traditional candy bar poster. She is always ON it…
Three of the five of us at home woke up on the WRONG side of the bed on Easter morning. It was grumpy city around here I tell you! Which, I must say, did a number on the two who weren’t already in bad moods. Which, of course, is not an ideal way to start…
I know your family has a lot of traditions and routines. What traditions did you start when they were young? Or which do you wish you would have started? Oh the answer to this question could be very long and lengthy. Especially as I am in a time of life when I’m trying to hold…
After that bleary-eyed but spirit-filled Christmas Eve, we woke up to Grace’s Christmas call, her face all aglow with Christmas wonder in the mission field. She told us she had been talking to the other kids who had been up for an hour. Still so weird to sleep past the crack of dawn on Christmas…
We had two kids home for Christmas. Our two older kids were tucked safely with their in-laws, and Grace is tucked safely as a missionary in Texas. It was strange to have such a small group, but also a little bit awesome. Oh, we missed our other kids with all our hearts, but there was…
We marched into Easter weekend right on the tail of the wedding, so I was kind of grasping at straws to be prepared (gosh, my “one word” for this year: prepare, sure is a big one, and still so much work to do on that sucker). But you know what? Turns out you don’t actually…
It is overwhelming to be a mother at Christmas-time. So much to gather and prepare and so many thoughts to organize in my brain. Every year it makes me appreciate my mother exponentially more. How did she calmly and quietly do so much, never asking for praise or acknowledgement? I don’t remember any grumpiness or…