It happened quickly. In the middle of the rushed repetitiveness of our morning routine. Climbing into the back of the suburban to get the boys out for school. Vaughn pointing out all the cars of those in attendance. Dominic slurping down his last sip of milk. The regular, “Come on, hurry up buddy, let’s go…” Taking a moment to let Vaughn jump out of the suburban as if he was flying like Superman. And with his feet hitting the ground-…
Independence. It is a tricky, tricky stage. We have arrived at the “independent” phase with our three year old. I can’t tell you how many times in a day I hear, “No, Momma! I’ma do it!” Eating, putting shoes on, brushing teeth, putting toys away. No matter the task, it seems our sweet boy is determined to give it a go all on his own… (Unless, of course, I NEED him to do it on his own. As fate would…
Twenty-Four. It’s been twenty-four years. The number of years I have lived has now surpassed the number of years my daddy lived. I can’t believe he’s been gone for twenty-four years. It seems strange that I have considered myself such a daddy’s girl for all these years, even though he has not been around. It seems strange that our family culture persisted to remain so strong even in light of its most important member being absent for most of our…
So here it is, ladies of the world, do me a favor… Do a quick mental search of your recent social media news feeds. When was the last time you saw some sort of post that took on the nature of a complaint about a husband? You probably don’t have to think back very far. Wives, this is my challenge. BE NICE. Seems sort of simple, right? Right… The funny thing about mentally searching my news feeds is that I…