Category: Family
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Reflections in Italy
I think it’s easy to go through life making assumptions about people and presuming things have always been the way they seem. We often don’t know everyone’s backstory, especially when we meet them in our later years. We don’t comprehend the amazing ways God has worked in their lives and what would have been, without…
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Makinley’s 6th Birthday! Finally!

We were laid up in Maryland with the tummy bug on Makinley’s real birthday, so we celebrated almost one month later with a Frozen tea party. And then there were further delays in my putting this blog post together. I won’t get into the nitty gritty. But now, here I am, posting this 10 months…
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Saying Goodbye to Pop

I wrote this tribute to my dad last June, on Father’s Day. I wanted him to know what he meant to me, to us, before it was too late. My dad thanked me profusely after reading this, for all of the kind words, but didn’t feel he really deserved them all, he said. …
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My Brother’s Wedding

Oh it was going to be a doozy. I knew this heading into our travels. We were planning to hit Boston and Connecticut in a whirlwind trip totaling 6 days. We would pick Maddie up from CYT (Christian Youth Theatre) about 10:00 PM, van fully loaded, and head north on the interstate. I expected to be…
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My Dad

You watched countless soccer games. You organized backyard baseball. You attended recitals. You let me pretend to shave with you in the wee hours of morning. You took me ice skating. You let me pick out my favorite ice cream flavor at the Friendly’s take-out window. You took me to father-daughter square dances. You…
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Rising to the Call

People often tell me… You’re an amazing mom. I don’t know how you do it. You must have the patience of a saint. Bless your heart. And if you know anything about that last one (a notoriously southern phrase) it can be interpreted in a myriad of ways. 😉
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NC ZOO Trip

We headed out to the zoo on Friday after a week of standardized testing, obligations, and a handful of appointments. We were sad that Duff and Maddie couldn’t join us, but they apparently had more important things to do. 😉 We didn’t have to be anywhere at any certain time. We left when we were…
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Angels Among Us- My First 5K

I’m not a runner. I’ve never really been a runner. Even back in the day when I played soccer, I detested running. I believe the fact that my face consistently turns an alarming shade of red, after even moderate exertion, is a bit disconcerting for everyone involved.
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How I Recharge

I think because I presently spend an obscene amount of time at home, escaping from the house is the very best way for me to recharge an extremely dead battery. During the week I’m running on a hamster wheel, furiously motoring toward a destination I will never reach. You know what I’m talking about moms-…
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Do You Know What’s Sexy?
Young ladies, you can chase anything in a pair of snug-fitting blue jeans. You can find a set of diamond-cut, blue-green eyes that pierce right through you. You can seek out a hard body at the gym that ripples with muscle. But let me tell you what’s really sexy.
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Our Little Minion Turns 3!!

When ‘Despicable Me 2’ was released on iTunes, my little guy became obsessed with minions. He walked around the house chanting BEEEE-DOOO, BEEEE-DOOO! He would sneak away with the iPad (this kid is super-ninja stealthy…trust me), when I was preoccupied with homeschooling, and we’d find him hidden in a dark room watching his little yellow…
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How Do You Measure Happiness?
I have been struggling here lately with how I measure happiness. I look around through the eyes of the world and very quickly see everything that’s lacking. I want the spacious, immaculate house with eye-catching colors and designs, gorgeous furniture, built-ins, and perfectly organized closets. I want yummy, healthy meals that effortlessly appear on the…
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Makinley’s 5th Birthday

Sometimes the simplest of birthday parties are really the most fun. There’s no timeline. No stress. The birthday girl comes first. And she can run the show.
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A Couple’s Weekend

When our children were younger and we needed some ‘us’ time… we would simply wear them out, feed them an early dinner, and scoot them off to bed. We affectionately called this ‘Flex Time’ and it was oh so rejuvenating for us and our relationship. As our children have grown and multiplied in number… bedtimes…
