are you kidding me? seriously. are you kidding me? we went to the mall. the mall that i lothe. the mall to get her ears pierced. sweet little innocent ears. so we went. so are you kidding me? seriously. there
i am 34. i am 34 is what i keep telling myself. i am 34 with four amazing kids. i am 34 and have a wonderful family. i am 34 and have a faith that i can’t fathom. i am
my baby started middle school. my baby. the baby i was so terrified of bringing into this world. the baby that made me cry tears. the baby that made me an unwed mom. the baby that some friends suggested i
i had a hard time today. we were school shopping. and not the usual. not the whining and complaining. not the wandering. not the its not cool school shopping. but the it went really smooth school shopping. to many moms
seriously. are you kidding me. we are worried about our son not getting in to the right class. we are worried about our daughter not having the right clothes for school. we are worried that our child will not be
i still wake up in the morning thinking i am in africa. i wake up hopeful. hopeful that i will hear the roster crowing. hopeful that i can eat fresh mango and pineapple. hopeful that i can have my quiet
i stood in target this week. in awe. awe of the amount of things we have. awe of the amount of things we think we need. i stood in target listening to a ten year old boy complain because he
thank you. thank you for all of your support. thank you for the prayers. the letters. the pictures drawn with crayons. the phone calls of well wishes. the tears. the hugs. the financial support.the nights you spent on your knees.
so tonight i tucked you into bed with all of your blankets and stuffed animals and kissed your sweet faces. and as i listened to you say your prayers i started to miss you. i will miss the way you
you know the feeling when you don’t know if you are going to throw up or cry? that is where i am at right now. in three days i leave for africa. hot. rainy. foreign. away from my kids africa.