You know how every once and awhile you have a moment in which you look around and really see things? Whether it’s how much you love your family, or how remarkable your spouse is, or how much you adore your girlfriends, or how well you really do your job? I had one of those yesterday. … More Standing. Appointments. With. Joy.
The first time my littlest little girl told me she loved me was about a month after I’d met the little girls. We were in Target, she was still little enough to sit in the seat at the front of the cart, and she was parked firmly in the undies and socks aisle. I was … More Past. Heaven.
Last night the little girls and I were on our way home from the gym. There is a home in our community that has their land filled to the rims with colorful sculptures. They line the winding driveway and surround the house. Some are crazy things we aren’t sure of, others are things like peacocks … More Storybook. Sundays. And. Fairy. Tales. Forever.
When I walked down the aisle to meet my soon-to-be husband at the altar I walked to the song “Lullaby” by the Dixie Chicks. People listening to the lyrics likely thought they represented how I felt about my husband. They did, but we chose the song because the words perfectly described how I felt about my … More I’m. Never. Never. Giving. You. Up.
I don’t FEEL magic. That’s for damn sure. When I was at Target last night at 8pm, struggling to recall why I bolted out of the house to get there in the first place, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. There I was, in the same clothes I’d put on for work … More Because. I’m. Magic. Obviously.
It’s been an interesting summer. In summers past we enjoyed every ounce of every minute. Outside, at the pool, on bike rides, and just enjoying the freedom that comes from not having spelling words to practice, math practice, and homework. This summer the little girls have started to want and ask for play dates. All. … More Mine. For. Now.
Last week the little girls were playing with the neighbor girls. I try to listen in when they play with these particular girls because, time after time, there are “teaching moments.” I end up having to say “we don’t do that in our household.” Or “we don’t make fun of others in our household.” … More Learning. My. Own. Lessons.
Monday night when the little girls and I got home they tried calling friends with whom they could pass the few hours of light and heat before bedtime. First call result? The friends were at Girl Scout Camp. Second call? Girl Scout Camp. Third call? Girl Scout Camp. Seriously? Turns out every little girl in … More Their. Childhood.
Today was the kind of sweltering day that left us two options. Either stay home with the air blasting or head to the pool. We chose the latter. The outdoor pool area is cut-throat. Mothers toting monogrammed towels and beach bags will straight-up check you like it’s the Stanley Cup Finals if it means they’ll … More Brave.
I’ll tell you what. This parenting thing? They should make you get a license for this sh-t. I am not kidding. Let’s pretend for a moment, that you only did the bare minimum, and you focused on keeping your children bathed, fed, and in clothing. Even that takes thought…what will the temperature be today? Will … More Talk. To. Me.