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Going up north to get out of the heat will always be one of my favorite things. It truly saves my sanity and reconnects everyone. A few weeks ago, we tried a new hike - Horton Creek. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but we managed to get away with me wearing...

This guy. My Nate. It is time for me to document what a rock star he has been during the pandemic. 3 light switches fixed and rewired2 toilet seats replaced1 disposal fixedpiles of trash taken out for bulk trash daymoving the shed to the other side of the yarda new...

It was a good week. It was by no means perfect, but maybe, just maybe, they will see their shirts or crafts and smile fondly. On Wednesday, we talked about St. Claire. My sweet Goddaughter, Claire, sent us a book to read and her older brother, Luke, drew a comic for...

Today's saint was St. Anthony of Padua! (Thank you, Shannon Hards!) We began the day with our song "Waves of Mercy, Waves of Grace". We are starting to get the moves down, and it is certainly a great way to shake off the grumpies. Then, I read an email from Shannon...

Julia has this incredible way of creating original games for every celebration. Mother's Day was the weekend before finals, so they gave me a sweet redo today along with Father's Day. This year, we were invited to the lottery (lemonade stand) and given a dime from...

I've taken a little time off of writing to process all that has been happening - a pandemic, voluntary isolation since mid March, riots and looting and protests, racial injustice, pain, hurt, and confusion. Every time I sat down to write, Luke 2:19 would pop into my...

After bedtime tonight, I just laid quietly with Riley. He was sound asleep on my arm. I grabbed my phone and decided to catch up listening to messages on Marco Polo. My dear friend Shauna said something remarkable that I had to share with you. "You don't have to...

This is day 50 of social isolation for us. The number doesn't sound as high as it felt when I was counting the days on the calendar. The past few days I've been searching for joy. I thought I was looking really hard. I thought I was searching every under every stone...

The dress was hanging in the closet, begging to be worn by the sassiest five year old I've ever known. The date for the ballet recital came and went on the calendar. I know I am probably the only one that noticed, but I just had to see her dance in the Cinderella blue...