A few nights ago it was almost bedtime and my 4 year old daughter Julia said, “Mom, Junior can’t have a forehead, ’cause he’s five! I have a fourhead because I’m four, but he has a five head. And you have a – how old are you?” “I’m forty-five.” “You have a forty-five head.”
The headline at the top of the page grabbed my attention right away. Another shooting. More people dead. How long will this go on? How have we as a nation come to be so divided? Are we more divided than we were or is the division just that much more obvious? Such troubling times. There are so many bandwagons I… Read More
This morning I was snuggling with my two youngest – Julia, age 4 and Cameron, almost 3. In their room, they and Junior share a triple bunk bed. But this morning, in my bed, Cameron said, “I want the top bunk.” So he moved over and laid down on top of me.
My 5 year old son just caught a fly in his bare hands (gross!) Me: How did you do that? That’s amazing. Him: Magic. Out of the mouths of babes. Priceless.
I stopped to get ice cream for the kids on the way home from softball. I walked up to the counter with 7 ice cream sandwiches. The young man at the counter: “That’s a lot of ice cream.” Me: “I’ve got 7 kids in the car – one for each kid.” Him: “Give this lady a Nobel Peace Prize.” Me… Read More
Every day I ask my kids if they know how much I love them. My 4 year old’s answer today? “Fifty thousand eighteen.” Life is good.