Today’s post may not be full of a thousand words. But its packed chock full. Of heart. Of soul. Of spirit. Of joy. Of awe. Of humble appreciation. Of gratitude. Of humanity. What comes out of a simple invitation for hot chili on a cold winter day astounds me. A new family, new to us, and us, new to them, came over for lunch. The house was picked up. Bathroom cleaned. Table set. Flowers Continue Reading
Moses Makes Great Dinners In Heaven
Some years it hits me. Some years it does not. That post-Christmas blah. The let-down. On December 26th. Or even sometimes RIGHT after the Christmas morning of fun and frenzy and children’s delights are all over. Even though I don’t believe in Santa Clause or any Christmas magic per se, I have realized my adult self still has this longing and expectation at Christmastime. That somehow a Continue Reading
Still No Tears Over Sandyhook
I am surprised at my reaction to the Sandyhook tragedy. Or my lack of reaction, in terms of tears and sadness and heaviness. For anyone who knows me, I am a touchy-feely girl who cries at sappy commercials and gets choked up EASILY at others’ joys or woes. I FEEL. I LIKE TO FEEL. I go to movies that are contrived and emotional because I like to FEEL things. Last Friday I was in a meeting Continue Reading
Just Unwrap
A dear friend of mine says to her “special” daughter every morning as she looks into her chocolate eyes, “You are a gift.” It’s her daily mantra. Before the cares of the world set in, before the grind begins, before any reminders of the challenging journey she is on, before. She has chosen to remind herself, despite the hardships of having a disabled child, that her daughter is a gift. Continue Reading
On Family Photo Sessions with Completely Cooperative Children
Its that time of year. Time to plan the cutesy, matching outfits, and pick a beautiful locale and photog. Then voila! You have your perfect family picture all ready for your holiday cards. Right? Well…it does not always work out that way. Some years you get the kids ready, hair licked down, bows in, nice shoes on and then one of you falls into the gutter while getting into the minivan. And that Continue Reading
What’s In Your Hula Hoop?
This has been reposted from another place I write. Worth re-posting. Whenever Ryan has a horrific tantrum, especially in public, I feel a sick wave inside. Internally and immediately, I ask myself, “What will this look like when he’s 13? 18? 28?” I feel panic and fear. All the while, I’m utilizing my tantrum-reaction strategies and trying to appear calm and cool. When the tantrum is over, Continue Reading
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