Dear Audrey, Tonight you sat in that stadium made of cold, gray granite under the harshness of flourescent lights that have shone down on six graduations before yours. Those are the same lights and these are the same stands and other than not being able to decide which shade of blue is the true school… Continue reading A Letter to My Baby Sister Upon Her Graduation
https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf On Tuesday Marmie treated all the grandkids to a ride on the Blue Ridge Santa Train. We saw Rudolph, Frosty, and Santa and enjoyed the antics of the small ones (and some pouts from the big ones). These are my favorite Christmas gifts, not the ones you can wrap up under the tree, but… Continue reading Santa Train Experience
Moments of quiet and serenity and moments of gifts given even in the hard times the long times the beaten down times the “are we ever going to get there” and “pay attention to me” times that frazzle this mommy into forgetting that in constant thankfulness for even the hardest moments I can see God… Continue reading Multitude for Monday
I wasn’t going to blog about this at all. I was ashamed. I was embarrassed. I was mad. Then, I got convicted. I’m NOT perfect. Deep breath. I wish I was. But that would be boring and everyone would hate being around me, right? At least that’s how I feel when I’m surrounded by people… Continue reading Imperfectly Perfect Birthdays
I’m not an expert on a lot of things, but I know about sisters. I know all about sharing bathrooms and fixing each others hair and stealing clothes and fighting for attention. And I know everything about the fear that turns your stomach to ice and starts your hands to shaking when you get that… Continue reading Why I Love My Sisters
What a week for this early in the year! A winter storm buried us under seven inches of beautiful powdery snow and has now kept us out of school for six days. We had a great time sledding down the “holy moly big hill” as a FB friend dubbed it and then this weekend braved… Continue reading Project 52.2
How do I know Katy? Well, she just happens to be my own personal Black Friday Crazed sister. So I bet I know her better than any of the random folk she befriended last night when she drug me out to Wal-Mart at 11 p.m. Now to be fair, I suggested the Wal-Mart frenzy because… Continue reading How do you know Katy?