Nine months into quarantine. And it’s Christmas. Nine months into a pregnancy. The first Christmas. Men and women preparing for an event that should be filled only with joy, but that also includes days that are sometimes marred by confusion or frustration or trepidation. Hearts in people that love God, and yet are still in…
My youngest is eight years old and all throughout this season I’ve been a bit melancholy. I suspect this is the last Christmas where she’ll believe in Santa, and it makes me a little sad. I’m frankly surprised we made it to this age with that magic intact. In years ahead there will still be…
Twas the night before the night before Christmas, and my children were nestled all snug in my bed while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. Well not sugar plums, likely Skittles. And not beds, but bed. But you get the idea. Two nights ago I was in the middle of my giant king-sized…
I hate messes. I avoid them if at all possible. I like to walk on the beach, but I have a process for doing so because I don't like wet sand that gets on clothes and between toes and then into a car that then needs to be vacuumed. I am not a great cook,…
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