It took a while, but he finally caved.
No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn. If you're like me, you were beginning to wonder about that. But after a lengthy winter, spring is finally here. Isn't it glorious?
How can it be that my dear son Eli turns 8-years-old today?
The past five months have reminded me that the differences between men and women are rarely more evident than when there's a new baby in the house. Let's look at a few examples of these different approaches to parenting.
We missed celebrating Mardi Gras last week. I was getting over a wicked case of food poisoning and not up to celebrating anything besides staying out of the bathroom.
"Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things, I am tempted to think there are no little things." ~Bruce Barton
Have you fallen victim to the stomach bug yet? There's a nasty one going around our church and another circle of friends. So far, we haven't caught it. But knowing it's out there leaves me worried that our turn is coming.
So the first great snowfall of 2010 has come and gone, and I daresay most of us survived. My yard looked like Jack Frost gently sneezed across it. The most annoying thing about this storm was wrangling hyper, snow-hungry kids on Thursday, and dealing with their disappointment Friday morning when they realized we hadn't gotten the foot of snow they'd prayed for.
If you were to come over to my house today, you could tell that we've been trying to decorate for the holidays. Santa, Frosty and some elves are hanging out on the front porch but not properly arranged. The 8-foot-tall inflatable snowman is still folded up in his box, stacked next to the pile of garland that's supposed to adorn the porch columns. At night, one lonely strand of lights glows along the ...
This month, in honor of Thanksgiving, many of my Facebook friends have chosen to post a daily sentence or two mentioning something they are grateful for.
Today is Grandparents Day, and I find my thoughts drifting back to memories of my grandmother's kitchen. My mom's mother - we call her Honey - taught me how to cook. I was the only grandchild that liked cooking, and she loved mentoring me. I never saw her measure anything; it was always a touch of this and a pinch of that. I still haven't mastered some of her skills, such as peeling a fresh ...
Remember how when you were a kid, time seemed to pass so very slowly? It felt as though 10 years passed between Christmases and birthdays. A car ride from Georgia to Florida took a week and a half, at least. And a ten-minute time-out felt like wasting an entire afternoon staring at a blank wall.
Sometimes I can't believe that I'm going to have another little boy.
Sometimes I can't believe that I'm going to have another little boy.
It all started when they decided to store the Christmas presents in my office.