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…
Joy to the World.
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.
Love. It’s all about bodily fluids.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, As I wrote this blog post last week, I was upstairs listening to the high-pitched sounds of the "Bumble Gums or the Humble Buns" or something like that — that was coming from downstairs where you, my little William, laid on the couch slowly sipping a Ginger Ale happily… Continue reading Love. It’s all about bodily fluids.
No. I will not enjoy every moment with you.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, There are many things that people say to me as I stroll around with three boys under five... “You’ve got your hands full” - And a few more would be helpful. “Wow, three boys, busy mama” - Yes, I haven’t been bored or rested since 2015. “Oooh are you going to try… Continue reading No. I will not enjoy every moment with you.