Remember my kids? The little ones who birth stories you read here, and here, and here. And here (almost forgot about that last one). Well, they are now giants that are taking over my planet. I just thought you should know. People say they’ll grow up and, of course, they do. But I can’t figure out
Tonight is date night. Stuart and I went years without taking a date night in almost any form, unless you count trips to the grocery store – with all the children – as a date. I certainly don’t. But tonight is the night that we look forward to the most, because it’s a night when we get
Christmas Liturgy, By Stuart Homeschooling our kids has made me think a lot about some big questions. I’ve typically never been one to go with the flow for the sake of going with the flow. So, when we decided to homeschool I had to wrestle with some why and what questions. It turns out that
I am here. Despite the plague having hit our house hard over the last week and a half, I am here. I may be buried under no less than nineteen loads of dirty towels, sheets, pajamas, and pillowcases… but I am here. And you know what? While I wasn’t here, but rather swimming in the
By Stuart “Concealed in the world we have is a world greater than we can imagine”- Mark Helprin from In Sunlight and in Shadow (here). I thought I had been quite clever and come up with something original. Turns out my suspicions are correct and I am not as clever as I sometimes think I
The hardest thing I’ve done in my life is live through the every day. It’s mundane. It’s sloppy. And it’s hard. I want to be all like “Yay! Cherish the moments!” but secretly inside, I want to crawl away to a quite home where there are no little ones to constantly peck me to death.
Those days. Oh man. You know those days? Those days? The days that, despite the biblical truths one knows and believes and loves, get the better of you? Y’all. I’m there. I’m theeeeere. My gang… my gang is cute as ever, aren’t they? You know what else they are? Agitating. Poopy. Fussy. Disobedience. And all-consuming. Like
Life…it’s meant to be good. I’d like to say I was better at this, but frankly, it’s a huge struggle for me. “This” meaning being okay with the mess of life, that is. Today, I begged a cleaning company to venture out to the farm to scrub only God knows what out of my showers and