Building Grateful Nests Rooted in Him
We are not a bicycle riding people. Pumpkin is horribly afraid she is going to fall off so she rides her bike with a death grip and mostly walks it up the “hills.” Only this is Texas. “Hill” is a relative term that basically indicates a slight rise in the road. Skillet wants to ONLY
Every night before prayers, we ask the kids one question, “What are you thankful for today?” Mostly, they list stuff. Toys, fruit snacks, filled sticker charts from school. Dr. Band Geek and I try to be the ones to list…well…NOT stuff. We prefer events or occasions or people or places much more than stuff. Per
This week, I’m sharing a post from May 2014. AKA, three houses and a bazillion years ago. Skillet would have been almost two and Pumpkin a month into four. There is a mention of this weird event called “nap” and I have no idea what that was all about. No one is doing that “nap”
Six years ago, Dr. Band Geek had just gotten a new job, about an hour north of where we were living. Houses were not selling quickly. Flat screen TVs and upgrades from builder standard lured buyers into homes but didn’t always mean a quick sell. Foreclosures dotted the nicest of neighborhoods. But we sold our house
Twenty years ago, I painstakingly cross-stitched my parents a letter for their 25th wedding anniversary. The fact that thing continues to hang in their kitchen is a testament to their love and commitment to their children. What in the world did I know about marriage as a single twenty-year-old college kid? Ummmm…nothing. Not to mention
During our visit home for Memorial Day, my dad asked me about this space here. I had just launched the blog (which sounds so official) and he knew how much work had been involved in building the site. Plus, he’s my dad so he’d been reading for almost a decade about being grateful. It’s not
Well, it has been one month since we launched this new space to my social media folks. I know y’all didn’t forget and have gotten me an appropriate celebratory gift. (I accept all forms of Amazon gift cards and straight up cash.) As I was working through my Gratitude Friday post for this week, I
We spent the end of last week in Alabama with our family. My husband’s grandmother passed away late Tuesday night. She was 97 and had dementia. It was time. She is now home with her Savior and her husband. And she was more than ready to be there. She had been telling us so for
Summertime is here, friends. And, OBVIOUSLY, that means my daughter has been waking up somewhere around the time the sun starts peeking its head out. Pumpkin SAYS the sun is up but based on the length of time Netflix has been on, I’m estimating that time is around 5:52 am. One morning, I got up
My mom loved her grandfather, GL Faulkner. The tenor and tone of her voice changes drastically when she talks about him. Her words drip with grace and love and adoration. And it is beautiful. She tells a story about Granddaddy Faulker during the height of the cold war. Mom, like so many elementary kids, practiced