one. When I was nine years old, on a day very near Christmas, my father loaded the last of his belongings into the car and gathered his children to say goodbye. I don’t recall if we stood stairstep in age order but most likely we did as pictures from that…
A few years ago I heard a quote that said “the reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is they have a common enemy.” I know it was meant to be funny but I thought it was horrible. It certainly wasn’t my experience with my grandmother, or even my…
When I got home from work on Monday there was a package at the door. This isn’t unusual because my husband gets a lot of packages delivered to the house for work. However, this time it was for me and it was from my Mom. I opened the box and…
I haven’t written much about my grandson yet because honestly how do I condense my feelings for this child into three or four paragraphs? After all he is the reason I started this blog. One day when I'm not around anymore (a very long time from now) he will have this. The stories I share here…
My husband occasionally admonishes me for staring at people when we are out in public. He is right. I do stare but sometimes when I see something so adorably cute I can’t make myself look away. Tonight at Target I saw a family come through the door, Mom, Dad and…
We've all heard the saying “A son is a son til he takes a wife; a daughter’s a daughter the rest of her life.” As the mother of two sons I have issues with this statement and now that my oldest is engaged to be married I like it even less.…
Yesterday I had my regular Wednesday night play date with my grandson Riley. He loves playing with my phone and wanted me to show him how to take pictures. I showed him what to do and let him have at it. Now I know I'm a bit partial but I…
My son has this tattoo on his forearm. Why you ask? Why would he do that? That’s a question I’ve been wrestling with for over a year. The short story is he’s an idiot. The long and true story is that he wants to duplicate the tattoos his cousin Bobby…
I come from a large family. I am not referring to how many of us there are even though there are a lot. I'm referring to our size. Someone once rudely said to my petite grandmother "your husband must have been a large man." They couldn't figure out how…