I was surprised on a recent trip to see the number of moms carelessly frolicking with their kids. Their mom-bods fully exposed. THE HORROR!
Whether they are little or big, they take our breath away. When they stumble. When they soar. It never really changes. It never gets easier.
“Five more minutes.” This is my older son’s habitual plea as my husband and I…
On one particular visit, I became keenly aware of all of things that I think about while I’m waiting in line at Starbucks. There were 35 to be exact.
Our summer bucket list is about so much more than just summer. It is about continuing treasured traditions from the past and preparing her for the big world ahead.