O.K. so you don't know how wonderful my children are yet and you have no real understanding of what they do to my heart either....I get it. Here it is then. They make my breath catch in my throat. My heart feels like confetti bursting from poppers on the Fourth of July when I smell their hair. I don't feel right when they are away. When they hurt, when they cry in my arms I feel the punch deep in my gut. They are the personification of my prayers. The God that loves me, adores them. My eyes a...
Continue reading ...

My primary reason for living...the heirs to our little kingdom. Truly, I intend to gush regularly about them but I promise to give a heads up first. Actually, that offer is really just an attempt at being polite. I am bound by thirty-sev...well let's just say many years of southern upbringing to offer all sorts of things I don't really want to do. Those of you who are from the beloved south will reach towards the keyboard to comment that there is no need to warn anybody about gushing over tho...

Continue reading ...