On Day 3 of the 12 Days of Christmas challenge, my sister suggested I ponder what it would be like to be Mary. A not-so-simple task, I jumped on it and below I wax poetic. Enjoy…
Anyone who knows me personally might find it laughable that I could compare myself to Mary, mother of Jesus, but I propose we have a few things in common. Though I’ll be the first to admit Mary’s devotion to God and steadfast womanly innocence are wildly different from my own, we both have gone through the rigors of childbirth—and we both made treks of quite some distance prior to bringing life into this world. Continue reading
To my loyal readers:
I am currently participating in a writing challenge prompted by my sister, with whom I occasionally keep a blog over at crossingthestreams.net. For the next 10 days, I will be posting every day on a Christmas related theme. I do not mean to inundate your mailbox, I just ask you to stay with me until I return back to my regular rhythm of 1-2 times per week. If you’d like to see both of our responses to the challenge, I encourage you to check out crossingthestreams. In the meantime, read on for a quick discussion on Christmas music and my favorite Christmas song…please comment with your own favorites if you are so inclined! Continue reading
Lacey, Destiny, Santa 1981
As I sit down to compose my 2014 letter to you, I wonder why I haven’t thought to do so in years past. I also find myself feeling incredibly greedy, as this has been a year of granted wishes. In spite of a pretty horrific start to the year, Christmas came early on July 30 when the man of my dreams entered my life. From then on, 2014 has been one big amusement park ride of excitement and thrills. From road trips to buying my own home, I have been walking the yellow brick road of good fortune. Continue reading
- When the kids are in public and behave so well that I just can’t believe it, I will never again rehash the experience with Adam (or anyone, for that matter), for that will only cement a meltdown at the nearest possible future moment.
- Having Adam around as a partner during Christmas time has countless benefits, not the least of which is his uncanny ability to remember to move Dobby the Elf into his daily hiding place—something I failed miserably at last year as he stayed in the same spot for 5 days straight and I blamed the children’s obvious misbehavior on his inability to take his eyes off them.
- 8 is a super cool age. It was for Jolie and it’s working out so far for Rhett. Just don’t tease him about having a pretend crush on Carrie Underwood or point out if he might be crying…No. Seriously. Don’t.
- Rhett and I were exchanging favorites in his family journal. He asked me about my favorite book and when I wrote him, “To Kill a Mockingbird,” he responded with concern, “Your favorite book sounds sad…” Must. Remember. Their. P.O.V.
- This is the last year for Santa for Jolie—she refused to tell me what she wants the big guy to bring her. She even went so far as to whisper in his ear when we went to see him this afternoon. Just a little test to see if he’s real.
- Lesson for Adam: No matter how solid your grounds are, never, I mean never, say Elsa is a brat and Anna is the one who everyone should like.
- Backup my pictures. I seem to have lost a ton of pictures that I had earmarked to scrapbook later—including all of Jolie’s pictures that I took of her crossing the borders of the 37 states she’s visited. I see many more road trips in our future.
I love you all, some more than others.