Mirror, mirror on the wall
who’s the cutest one of all?
Oh my master, Grace oh Grace
you’re the one who has that face.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who’s the sweetest one of all?
Oh my master, Grace oh Grace
you’re the one who has that taste.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who’s the richest one of all?
Oh I’m sorry, Grace oh Grace
God’s the One who has that place.… Read the rest
Your kiss…
…heals their wounds.
…makes them smile.
…builds their confidence.
Your hug…
…calms their fears.
…slows their emotions.
…shares their excitement.
…gives your support.
You are the one they want…
…when they are sick.
…when the thunder booms.
…when the lightning strikes.
…when they are scared.
…when life is not fair.
…when they get hurt, physically and emotionally.
…when life is too much.
…when they don’t have the answers.
…when their emotions don’t have words.
…when they’re so excited they just might burst.
Your love…
…shows them how they deserve to be loved.
…shows them a small glimpse of … Read the rest
These commercials for Mother’s Day crack me up. Flowers, jewelry, clothes, vacations (alright, I’d take that one) … none of these interest me. What I want for Mother’s Day is NOTHING. Nothing for breakfast. Nothing for lunch. Nothing for supper. Nothing in the laundry room. Nothing in the kitchen. Nothing on my calendar. I want to do nothing. I don’t want to do my job all day long. I’m not getting kids ready for church. I’m not feeding them. I don’t care about having a big fancy meal – I really don’t care what we eat because I’m not … Read the rest
I live in a state of “constant”. Most moms do. While I’m working on one task, I’m thinking about the next one or making a list for the next several. Speaking of which – I love lists. They give me the freedom to forget. Anyway… I work three days a week. On my way home I mentally walk through the evening’s to-do list: homework, the supper plan, whether or not the kids need baths, whether or not I need to do laundry, whether or not Chad or I have plans that evening. It helps me to be prepared when I … Read the rest
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| Ada’s outfit yesterday |
Chad: Eli, you’re going to get hurt.
Eli: Ow! You’re right.
Chad is weed-wacking in the yard and stops for a moment…
Ada: So, dad… you might quiet down.
At P.F. Chang’s
Ada to the waiter: What’s your name?
He answers
Ada: What’s your second name?
He looks at me
Me: She means your middle name.
He answers
Ada: What’s your last name?
Me: I’m sorry, she’s chatty.
Yikes, I hope he doesn’t think we’re going to follow him or something!
Me: Kids, I need to go vote, … Read the rest
There’s a Billy Joel song called “She’s Always a Woman To Me” and there’s a line in it that goes, “She never gives up, and she never gives in, she just changes her mind.” I told Chad those lyrics one day and he burst out laughing. I don’t think it’s so funny. In fact, I think it sounds perfectly reasonable.
I was at a friend’s house a while back, and her husband said, “Here, you HAVE to try these.” My friend quickly said, “Don’t tell her she has to, or she won’t.” Am I really that bad? Probably. I then … Read the rest