Now I Begin,
Now I Begin,
My family’s vacay is coming to an end. Six blissful weeks of no schedules or pressing appointments, with the biggest decision we have had to make is whether to go to the beach or the pool. Life has been grand, filled with sunshine, perfect water temperature, frozen yogurts, decadent piña coladas, old friends, and the Want More?
Linking up with Rosie at A Blog For My Mom for her My Sunday Best Series. And there was a ripping sound…a ripping sound during the Gospel reading…a ripping sound whose source was my child. Friends, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. Rewind… Today was my children’s first visit Want More?
Dear Virginia, Three years ago if someone had told me I would be crying when it was time to move again, I would have given them the infamous “whatever” look. I simply would not have believed it. Don’t get me wrong Virginia, you are a good state, not as awesome as Texas..but a good state Want More?
I once sat in a crying room with my infant son, a mid sized room enclosed in glass with several rows of pews. Children ran about the room while abandoned coloring books strewn about were trampled. My daughter was six at the time and she sort of stared in disbelief and fidgeted a little Want More?
This is a special shout out to all the Mommas and Dads that home school their children. You are selfless and a hero in my book! You’re truly doing something that I know I can not do! Enjoy We pay taxes. ( I don’t go into McD’s hand them $10 and at least not get Want More?