She called me. She really called me. and everyone else on her contact list But she called me! Wednesday I spent the day on a formal dress hunt with our bio daughter. Prom dresses are on deep clearances now as the stores try to unload their extra merchandise. This is good for us since we’re… Continue reading You rang
My daughter just ran into my room. “You want to see something?” she asked. “What is it?” Stepping close she held her iPad out towards me so I could see the contents on the screen. She smiled as I exclaimed over the line of videos she had pulled up on her YouTube kids app. “Oh! … Continue reading “I do it myself”
That commercial is the bomb because it is my current life status. It is real life. Beauty is not about conforming. It’s about whatever makes you feel confident with yourself. Sometimes you need to tinker around a bit to find what works. Recently, I teased Instagram with a glimpse of my new hairdo. You… Continue reading There real in photos: AKA, I love your hair!
I’m troubled. When you read why you may fight the urge to roll your eyes. You will fight the urge, won’t you? Warning: you are now entering ludicrous terrain. Proceed with caution. The only arsenal I have against the unrest in my mind is to flesh it out. Allow the words to come and see… Continue reading Unapologetically, I love “Sister Wives”
Just when I think she can’t warm my heart more than she has, she floors me again. During our school time recently, our girl said something that astounds me. Because of her special-needs and having come to us completely uneducated at such an older age, we homeschool our daughter. We’ve carved out a school room… Continue reading Her hope
“I’m writing. I’M WRITING,” she says. Her fist pumps in the darkened corner while her husband’s snores waft across the room. Never mind the pesky digital numbers scolding her. “You will regret this,” they nag. “In a few short hours, morning will gallop on the scene in all its blazing glory and you will pay.”… Continue reading AGAIN He swoops in
Our daughter has this little thing she does when she has found her happy. Whether that’s an actual place or state of being, we know when she’s found it. She throws both of her arms wide open at her sides and twirls in an unbalanced spin. She calls it dancing, but it isn’t like when… Continue reading Her Happy