I eat chocolate chips when I have a cold. I know sugar is the last thing I need when I am sick, but the chocolate chips feel so creamy and smooth on my sore throat — until they make me cough later. I am the same way with rest. I scan Facebook when I am…
There is something about a book with a handle. It gives a little person instant ownership. And makes them feel all grown up to be carrying around a book that is all their very own. To our little man, every book is a “Bible.” But this particular Bible of his really does have a Bible…
Dear Panda Express, We just got back from a three week vacation with three kids. And you were the only place we ate more than once. And, in fact, visited three times. After a full day at the zoo that included watching the most adorable Panda ever eat a stick of bamboo, there seemed nowhere…
We knew they were ready to head towards home when they started talking about their “bonk” beds. We were two weeks and about 1600 miles into our vacation and about ready to start retracing our steps home. We were still enjoying our trip (especially since everyone was finally healthy!) but we were ready to sleep…
One of the most beautiful thing about contributor blogs is the community found therein. But sometimes, especially if you’ve been managing the blog awhile, the community can begin to feel stymied and in need of being revived. Here are a few ways I’ve used to help foster (and revive!) the community on a contributor blog. 1. Make…
After three weeks of vacation, it’s hard to settle back into the ordinary. Dinner doesn’t make itself, and the dishes pile up. Despite all the laundry we did on the road, there were half a dozen loads to do when we arrived home. There are bags and boxes to unpack and routines to re-establish. And…
The post ideas come when I can’t write them down. Long drives on curvy roads. Watching little curls bounce in the ocean breeze. Snuggling a little man who asks to be my baby again. I had grand plans of writing thousands of words while we were on vacation. But my fingers didn’t seem to get…
My mom took pictures. We rolled our eyes and we thought it was annoying. We hammed it up with the most ridiculous expressions and posed in ways only we thought were beautiful. And with the click of a shutter, Mom captured the moment for all time. My mom became a Creative Memories consultant when I…
It’s what I feel when he reaches behind the driver’s seat to hold my hand, sitting there behind him. It’s what I know I am when he’s tired and working late and we’re taking care of kids more than each other. It’s what I feel when I walk out of doors and feel the breeze…
We bought it on our honeymoon. The receipt is still in the back of our photo album, along with the rest of our maps and brochures and receipts chronicling that week. (And we think gas is expensive now!) We found it at the Mammoth Hot Springs General Store. Little did we know my sister-in-law would…
When I write, I bare my heart. I set down my thoughts and my feelings, my fears and my failures. The words may appear in black and white but they are written with tears, sweat, and blood. And then, I press publish. With the click of a button I put my heart out there. Many…
My girls are privileged to have lots of Bible storybooks at their disposal. But the illustrations by Natalie Carabetta in Children’s Favorite Bible Stories made it an immediate favorite. Mary was captivated with the page picturing Isaiah’s vision. On our way through the pages to find it again to read it, we had to read…
The End.
The End.
