I want to tell you about my husband. Every time I take Buzz out for a ride, Adam hooks up the horse trailer. When I get back, he carefully parks
I want to tell you about my husband. Every time I take Buzz out for a ride, Adam hooks up the horse trailer. When I get back, he carefully parks
Today Adam and I have been married for nine years. I’m notorious for never knowing how long we’ve been together, but for some reason nine is hitting me this year.
I want to be the kind of mom who spills over with laughter when my toddler dumps out my eyeshadow on the carpet or I find teeth marks in my
I’ve been complaining for a while about my weight. Ever since the double-whammy of going gluten-free and becoming a mom, I have been noticing the oh-so-subtle tightness of my jeans
In the fall and winter months, I have homemade broth or stock simmering in the Crock-Pot at least once a week. We smoke a chicken or roast beef shanks and
I’m the girl who cries at Bible Study, who sends super-depressing texts in response to thoughtful “how are yous”. I hear a critical observation about adoption or foster care and
Adam and I are celebrators. We love birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, weddings and parties of any kind. These are chances to reflect on what’s been and look forward to the future
My dear friend Holli and I had been planning a girls’ weekend for a while, and last week I started to wonder if it was going to work out. My
Four years ago today, I married the love of my life. The last year has been strange and hard in all new ways. That may seem like a weird admission
I got a couple of copies of MOMumental from Worthy Publishing and immediately thought, “they got the wrong blogger for this”. I’m not a mom, I’m not really even a