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Last weekend we had no plans but to be together as a family. So we took the 45-or so minute trek to our favorite marker on the map: Fairhope, Alabama. And why is it our favorite? I’m so glad you asked! Creatures of Habit We have perfected our routine: we arrive in time for lunch…

(from one working mom’s heart) You know what isn’t talked about hardly enough? How the mom is doing who’s home with a sick child and not getting paid because she is all out of sick time. We’re tough so you probably wouldn’t hear about it anyway. And we are pushed to think that this is…

When my friend posted this in her stories, a part of me wanted to burrow under a rock. She’s doing a good thing, and my aim is to support her. We share similar dreams for our families, I won’t hide it. So here we are. She’s selling shampoo and I am set up to sell…

And sentiments on contentment This song has been on repeat in my head all day today: Forrest Frank’s Lemonade Song (Sorry, not sorry, if it gets stuck in yours . . .) Sweet like sugarcane on a summer day Ain’t my Jesus better than the words I could ever say Promised that the great, the…

But that funny feeling is here again . . . Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. For a few reasons … September In September 2001 I started to doubt my salvation and embarked on a journey of searching which ended on the last day of the year. And with full assurance. I made…

Maybe? But actually, I don’t really care … Let me tell you something wild–the scale doesn’t make rhyme or reason for me. I can weigh 6 pounds different within minutes. I don’t know, but I don’t want to play that kind of game. The Measure For me, a measure for strength and progress is being…

And it’s literally just full days at home with their babies. It’s already back to the grind again. But I do, in fact, feel refreshed after 11 consecutive days home with my babies. This staycation fell just right on our calendars. There is a time and a place for road trips, house guests, and whatnot–but…

That was the subject line of an email I subscribe to. You better believe I clicked that open right away. And since the day I read the message (it was a Tuesday, I just checked) that line has been playing over and over in my head. Cuz I felt seen. You can read her post…