“No amount of regret changes the past. No amount of anxiety changes the future. Any amount of grateful joy changes the present.” Ann Voskamp This was such a timely reminder to practice gratitude for the small joys today and every day. Children are so good at this, at finding joy in the journey! Somehow along the way, though, we grow …
Nolan and I had some time to pass before a meeting with his new teacher a few weeks ago (So excited to start preschool!), so we spent it in this stunning sanctuary. We talked about the hand-crafted stained glass windows and the story of Good News they tell. We climbed the stairs to the balcony and sat in awe of …
A PreK teacher friend posted this in her classroom this year … I feel like these should be LIFE rules, especially after the struggle bus made a stop at our house this morning. Do you ever have mornings like that, the kind in which no one wakes up on the right side of the bed and every little thing is …
“Love endures with patience and serenity, love is kind and thoughtful, and is not jealous or envious; love does not brag and is not proud or arrogant. It is not rude; it is not self-seeking, it is not provoked [nor overly sensitive and easily angered]; it does not take into account a wrong endured. It does not rejoice at injustice, …
Such a gorgeous afternoon with these boys! Have to say, though, that our day did not end as sweetly and conflict-free as these precious faces and moments would suggest. There were meltdowns and literal wailing and biting and gnashing of teeth last night—over toys and invasion of personal space and “He’s looking at me!” and staying in our seats at …
While the boys, their Pop and I picked up all kinds of sticks and debris out of the yard, we stumbled upon a single pink camellia bloom stretching open its petals toward a ray of sunshine. It pains me to think of all the trees and shrubs that are budding and blooming at the moment only to be met with …
David has been in LA for work the past couple of days, which means the boys and I are missing him. Also means I get ALL the snuggles and loves before bedtime … and two little hands fighting over which one gets to hold mine as we read our bedtime stories and tell their dad goodnight. I know it seems …
Mercy. What a week it has been. Tonight before dinner it all came bubbling over when Owen (who is 4 going on 14 these days and marches to the beat of his own drum) quite calmly detailed his plans to be rid of me, and his imaginings are both hilarious and innocently grim. Don’t know whether to laugh or sleep …
When you just can’t even. My toddler had bypassed facepalm and headdesk and went straight to bodyfloor. Bless him … goodness knows I’ve felt this way multiple times this week. Being sick and sleepy makes just about everything more difficult, including not succeeding at fitting both feet in a random plastic blue boat. All it took to get him upright …
Early yesterday afternoon while Nolan was napping and I was folding laundry, Owen called out to me from his room. “Mama! Maaaamaaaa!! Come read with me?” “In a little while, bud. Keep playing and I’ll come check on ya when I’m done.” This load of clothes was one of those that had ended up washed twice and finally dried much …
