Faith
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I’ll Miss This One Day
This past Saturday afternoon, we were all in the kitchen having lunch. Â We had a baseball game to get to, and Chris and I were hurrying around trying to get ready to go…
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From the Mouth of Babes
For Gracie’s birthday, my mom gave Gracie her first real set of golf clubs. Â She has given golf clubs to each of the “baby grands,” as she calls them, when they were old…
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Great is Thy Faithfulness
It will be five years ago this May that our family picked up and moved from Connecticut to Orlando in order to be closer to our extended family. Â If you are new around…
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The Love of All Things
A few months ago, I blogged about two ministers in my church who were diagnosed with breast cancer almost two weeks apart from each other.  This past weekend, one of them preached again for…
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A Moment of Gratitude
For cleaning supplies, laundry detergent, and bottles of wine. For a week off of work to be with my family. For extra tiny helping hands in the kitchen. For food on our table.…
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Awareness Hits Home
October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, as I’m sure you all know. Â Pink has infiltrated my school, Gracie’s daycare, social media, TV, and even the NFL. Â We’re pink up to our eyeballs around…
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When Parenting Loses It’s Patience
I’ve been struggling with parenting lately. Â Bean is at this age that constantly tests my patience and, if I’m completely honest, I have not exactly passed those tests. Â I’ve been quick to snap…
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A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
First of all, let me thank you for the outpouring of support yesterday! Â You all made me feel much better and gave me some confidence about stepping up for my kids. Â In answer…
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My Father in Heaven
Monday marks the second anniversary of my dad’s passing.  It’s been two years, and even writing that first sentence still takes my breath away.  Two years later, and I still can’t believe he is…
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Teacups of Nots
Oh, what an Easter we had, friends! Â What joy! Â What blessings! Â What happiness! Our table was full of food and treats… Our baskets were full of eggs… Our backyard was full of children……
