I love my husband. He works hard. Very hard. He has a vision for what he wants for our family, long term, that I’m grateful for. I’m so thankful. But it’s a tough gig being a climber. It’s a tough gig being the wife of a climber. It’s a tough gig being the kids of a climber.
One of the challenges is the frequent moving that comes with each rung grasped. When the kids were small it didn’t phase them. But now that the kids are entering in the teen waters, it gets harder. Continue reading
Our children have much power in holding our hearts. We give it to them freely piece by piece as they grow up. They smile, we give pieces of our heart. They laugh, we give pieces of our heart. They say their first word, take their first step, present us with handmade art… Piece by piece, bit by bit, we give it and so it goes…
I never realized the weight of such giving. Until I found myself toe to toe, nose to nose, with a younger version of meContinue reading
I took my son out on a mom/son date night. We went out to eat, walked around some shops, grabbed some coffee, and then went for a drive. We talked for hours about all sorts of things. The conversation shifted toward the end of the night towards Church, when my 12 year old son shared his own insight on it… The conversation went like this… Continue reading
“Would you rather have armpit hair so long it reached to your toes… but you could braid it and you always smelled good… or normal length armpit hair but you always have terrible body odor? “… and so begins our Mommy/Kids date night!
I am always looking for ways to create fun memories with my kids… ones that they will think about long after I’m goneContinue reading
My kids are the hot sauce in my life! They add that extra *kick* that really makes life special. Today my youngest, who is prone to random acts of silliness, struck again!
Scene: Bookshelf – we have a shelf where we keep study Bibles/references etc… DaiseyMae, my youngest, takes a stool, walks over to the bookshelf, steps up onto it. She grabs the sides of the bookcase (she is now able to see that bookshelf clearly and peer even behind the books). She studies the books for a minute… she squints her eyes and keeps searching… she runs her fingers carefully over each book… She gets up on her tip toes, stretches as tall as she can. I watch as she bends her neck this way and that, carefully looking between all the books… then she sticks her head deep into the bookcase and asks loudlyContinue reading