Helping Families Find Freedom
I had the amazing opportunity to spend the past 72 hours with a one year old again. Ah the flood of memories: sticky hands, sticky faces, sticky floors, sticky residue on my clothes, the constant vigilance necessary in the constant quest for “toys.” And that’s when it struck me. My precious niece was in a room read more…
Nine years ago this month, I put a crib up in my house. A crib that would hold the little baby boy that we first met on the ultrasound screen. I met that little boy in person a few months later and immediately fell in love. I have vivid memories of his staring at me read more…
Yesterday, I bared my soul to a group of women about the fact that I didn’t think it was too terribly awful that I let my sons chase herds of Canadian Geese when the opportunity presented itself. I shared that I didn’t see the harm in it, and that I actually enjoyed watching those hissing read more…
