I want to introduce you all (or y’all, which I contend is perfectly good English vocabulary) to my friend Debby Armerding. She’s graciously offered to help me out here on the blog, since my summer is swallowing me up whole with swim lessons, family trips, vacation Bible school, and all sorts of other kid-related activities. Here’s a little of her background: Debby grew up on a ranch outside of Valentine, TX. She says, “I loved the ranch and everything about it – with two brothers who only rarely treated me differently because I was a girl. I had a blast growing up in that beautiful, wide-open and quiet place.” She… Keep Reading
Is it wrong that I love my children the most when they are asleep? thejbird / Kids Photos / CC BY I mean, sure I love them all the time, but they’re just so much cuter when they’re not talking back, or asking me for the thousandth snack of the day, or climbing all over me when I’m trying to do something else. And is there anything sweeter than their dark eyelashes resting on pink cheeks, flushed from a day in the sun? Their mouths slightly open in a soft snore? And their fingers loosely curled at their side? This is why the last thing I do at night, before… Keep Reading
I knew from an early age (when I realized I could blend my crayons together on the page to create colors that weren’t in the box) that I wanted to be an artist. This knowledge brought me great relief as, with each passing year of school, I grew to hate math more and more. I enjoyed most other subjects, but as far as I was concerned, math was the antithesis of all things good, creative, and artistic. Fortunately for me, I didn’t need to care about math. I just needed to pass. I have many memories of myself crying as my dad, an engineer, tried to help me understand my… Keep Reading
My mother-in-law (referred to as “Grandma” for the purposes of this story) recounted to me a sweet little conversation she had with my 5 year old, Lily, the other day in the car. Grandma had taken Lily for a drive while she ran an errand, and when they got back and Lily scampered off to get ready for bed, she told me that Lily had informed her that Dante is one of her best friends. Lily was telling her a story about Dante, and Grandma asked her, “Is Dante black?” (Not sure why Grandma thought this was pertinent to the conversation, but I think his name made her curious.) Lily… Keep Reading
I began the day picking out floor tile with my husband. I ended the afternoon huddled on the couch with my two children in our living room, curtains drawn, as the S.W.A.T. team extracted an armed fugitive from our backyard. Once the drama subsided (without incident, at least to us), I switched on the TV to see if there was any coverage of the event on our local news. That was when I heard about Connecticut. Twenty-seven dead, mostly children the same age as my own. All the moments of my day, some normal, some not so normal, suddenly became treasures to me. The kisses I gave my girls while… Keep Reading
In our family, the beginning of the school year is marked by a continuous flow of money. Unfortunately, the money is flowing out, not in, and I’m not sure I could tell you where it’s all going. My children, their school, and its PTA assure me that it’s going to good causes. In the interest of staunching the flow, I think it’s time we start paying allowances. Now, that might seem like more money going out, but I’m hoping it will help my kids decide what is truly important to spend their money on, now that it’s going to be their money. So I created a cute chore and allowance… Keep Reading
My 5-year-old sat in church with us on Sunday. After the service, she wanted to know why we didn’t let her take some juice and crackers when they were passed around. Wondering how I could have lived my whole life believing in Jesus, going to church, taking communion, and still not knowing how to explain it to a 5-year-old, I sighed and jumped in. I’m not sure how accurate I was, but I explained the basics of communion to her, ending with “People who want to follow Jesus eat the juice and crackers. Do you want to follow Jesus?” She answered without hesitation, “Mommy, I want to follow you AND… Keep Reading
“She was my friend, and I could trust her.” I heard these words spoken today by a husband of his wife, at her memorial service. Everyone who knew her had wonderful things to say about her and beautiful memories of her, but these were the words that stuck with me. I thought, this is what I want my husband to say of me. Thank you Ann, for your inspiration and the reminder that we are known by the life we live every day.