Dear Sons #1, #2, & #3, Happy New Year! Happy 2024! No, you did not stay up until midnight. No, you did not get copious amounts of candy or chocolate or chips or pop just because it was New Years' Eve. And no, you're not going to be taught about "new years resolutions" or "new… Continue reading New Year. New You? No Way!
Dear Son #3, I’m not a super Hallmark soul. I don’t cry with commercials, movies or books very often. It takes a lot to offend me, I am more than happy to tell it like it is and I resort to humor in most, if not all, situations. When I say “I’m fine” it usually… Continue reading Hallmark Soul.
Oh William. How can it be that you are six years old today? It literally seemed like last week when you unceremoniously popped out of me, bruised, battered but oh so quiet compared to the other loud babies in the hospital. You spent the night curled up next to me, whimpering slightly but other than… Continue reading Let’s Keep Chatting.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Well, the dream has finally come alive. We have chickens and farm life is officially complete because I don't want cows, pigs or horses. In May, six terrified chickens arrived in our coop and for weeks we were obsessively checking for eggs in anticipation. It wasn't until June sometime… Continue reading With a cluck cluck here.
Dear Son #1, A couple of years ago we were told that you needed to wear glasses and so you picked out a cool "lava" pair which you thought were the coolest. Which they were. After a couple of days at school and a couple of kids laughing at you (Really? We're still making fun… Continue reading You are you.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I roll my eyes and let out a very audible sigh for the 28th time today. And it's only 8:45 am. The bickering. The constant bickering that you three partake in simply astounds me sometimes. And drives me up the wall all the time. I take a deep breath… Continue reading The Bro Zone.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I gaze at the crowd, eyes shining as bright as the sparkling dress and glistening diamonds that I am wearing. Finally, my moment has come, the day that I have always dreamed about yet am still shocked that I'm at last experiencing it. The crowd has quietened their deafening… Continue reading And the Toilet Brush Award of Excellence goes to…
Dear Son #1, 2 & 3, Happy New Year!! I hope you enjoyed New Year's Eve since we put you to bed at 7:30 then rang in the new year with friends. Better than all five of us being tired and testy New Year's Day at least. A popular thing to do at New Years'… Continue reading I have a dream. Or actually just a few intentions.
Dear Son #3, Yesterday, as you hopefully recall, we went to church. As per usual (I blame you and your brothers always) we scuttled in right on time as the pastor greeted us and the worship team began to cue up the music. We found some seats and began to take our coats off as Joy… Continue reading Joy to the World.
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