This. Every morning, this. I could wake up seventy thousand more times, roll out of bed, scramble to find a mismatched pair of socks, and throw on an oversized, overworn sweatshirt before hobbling out to the thrift store couch (where no less than four little ones will soon find me) and never tire of it.
I wasn’t always this person. But don’t remind me of that. A decade ago – I was much, much different. Those of you who have read my testimony (part two here) can… well… attest to that. I’m not going to tell you who I was because I don’t want you to know her. But this past
Ever get in a funk? Of course you do, you’re human. We all do. You know what else will put you in a funk? Finding A STRAY CHIN HAIR ON YOUR FACE! What the what?! Funk level = maximized. I found myself that way today… wandering around like a “mombie” who’s heart was heavy with
Seven years ago, I walked into a bar with a very unfamiliar bridal party. Even though I was the florist for the wedding and was good friends with the bride in college, the rest of the girls were strangers to me. Sure, we’d spent the day lounging around a pool together and were all coordinated