A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
“The letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.” J.R.R. Tolkien
What language do you think? Odd question, I know, but it can be vital to our most precious relationships. Let me explain…
I’ve actually had a “Why TODAY?” moment everyday this week so far and I’m only three days in.
Why TODAY? moment 1) Sunday I had to get two dishes ready to take to a cookout, get the boys ready and myself ready to leave all BEFORE 7:30. Aron managed…
I finally finished painting the green paint in the laundry room. I was surprised how far a gallon of paint didn’t go. As I realized how much I was using I decided to leave the nook under the stairwell unpainted and I’m glad I did. I had barely enough…
I was telling a tale about Jane
And the way that she drives me insane
Until someone took note
Of the name on my coat
And said, “let’s get you home again Jane.”
When it comes to kids, Independence and Responsibility haven’t always gone hand in hand. The former SHOULD be given based on the latter, but unfortunately it often the other way around.
We recently had some extra kids here for a birthday sleepover.…
Aron had a birthday some time back and I’ve failed to update with a blog post. I will not write much on this, just post a few obligatory pictures from his party and the following morning when he and his brothers played with his gifts like it was Christ…
It’s not perfect and I am missing some things here but a first draft of my “Ideal Week” is ready for posting.
I’m not sure this is even close to what it should be, but like a financial budget, you gotta start somewhere. Tweaking will happen as I go.…
Had a great trip to Michigan with Kris and the boys. Met my brother’s girlfriend, visited with a lot of family and enjoyed several quiet moments with a view of pretty leaves, a little laughter and a little crochet. Throw in some baking, some football,…
When sweet Ada was pretty and slim
She arrested the eyes of young Tim
But as years have progressed
And youth been suppressed
He is drawn by her heart more than whim
Ivan, his poor heart broken, silently fell with his tears into the comfort of sleep, while I washed dishes thinking I still had a chance to hold him.
Take time to be holy…remember that old song? It came to mind tonight as I looked at my soon to be…