Last fall, I was asked to share with a local mom’s group about some of my specific goals for my children. I was glad of the opportunity, because it forced me to actually think through and write down some specific ideals. It also brought me face to face with the reality of our humanness–theirs and…
Dear Friends and Family, Merry Christmas! Mommy was busy this year so I (Ruth Anne) am writing our Christmas letter. We have had a very busy year, with several remodels and the farm chores to boot! We have had an important project which has now stretched for four years. Any guesses? Our house! This year…
I still remember my aunt’s phone call that summer of 2006. My cousin Brian had met a girl. I was newly married myself. And I couldn’t have been happier that my strong but tender-hearted cousin had found the girl he wanted to marry. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room the next January. Heartland’s…
“Letter writing is such a heartless method of communicating. First, one has difficulty putting into words what he really feels—then he must worry for fear what is written is misunderstood—and that for a good long time, since he cannot erase once the post-box has banged shut, and then he must wait—and that is worst of…
Dear family and friends, “Momma, when I grow up, will you ask Daddy to help me build a house?” Our Sara Bear loves to talk about plans for her future house. “Which color do you think my house should be? Pink and black?” You’re never quite sure when the subject is going to come up….
Dear Everyone, My name is Sara. My family calls me Sara Bear or just Bear. Sometimes they try to call me other things like Cutie or Pumpkin or something silly like that. But I always remind them, quite emphatically, “I’m Sara!” This year was a busy one for me. I had to help Daddy with…
Dear Everyone, My name is Sara Elizabeth but my family calls me Sara Bear or just Bear. Since my mommy is really busy, I am writing our Christmas letter this year. There’s this pretty white stuff coming down from the sky outside and it’s really, really cold. But my family says it doesn’t look much…
She should have known it would be a storybook romance. From the time she learned to read, she immersed herself in the best of love stories, fiction and non. From Little Women and The First Four Years to Anne’s House of Dreams and The Twenty-Fourth of June, she knew what it should look like when The…
“For some of us, it’s been a brutal year with a lot of unspoken broken…and right about now a bunch of us, maybe the whole hurting world of us, are holding out for a bit of a…Christmas Miracle in the midst of a lot of mess” –Ann Voskamp Dear Family and Friends, 2015 has been…
Dearest little Sara Elizabeth, Where does one start with a birth story, little one? He knit you together in my womb many days before I even noticed the first little signs and took that test. The insatiable craving for pickles really should have been indication enough. But it was August 16 when I saw those…
I’m not the Pinteresty, crafty, DIY type. But sometimes, I forget that. When I saw my friend Amanda’s Instagram image of her silhouettes project, I knew I had to try it–regardless of the fact that spray paint and scissors were required.
Or at least, I thought spray paint and scissors were required.
Dear JenJen, I still remember sitting there beside your mom, in a back pew of the church. She was wearing her raspberry red maternity dress with matching red heels. And there, in the middle of church, I got to feel you move when your mom put my hand on her tummy. When you were on…
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