35 inches of snow and a love story

35 inches of snow and a love story

This boy. He’s still mine. His big brother is slowly peeling away from my side and grafting in with his father – measuring hands, muscles, and strength against the man he wants to become. But his brother, this one, is still all baby fat and believing that...
35 inches of snow and a love story

Cabin fever S.O.S.

We’ve been house bound since Thursday night. We’ve mashed, smashed and eaten play-doh. We’ve finger painted the glass door. We’ve played drums and guitar and shaken our respective booties to the beat of the Wiggles. We’ve made brownies,...

Sometimes it’s easier

Sometimes it’s easier to talk about faith than to wrestle with it. Sometimes it’s easier to love your kids than to pray for them. Sometimes it’s easier to clean your house than to face your mess. Sometimes it’s easier to say you believe than to...