It’s the night before my little baby girl goes into upper school. My first born. My little princess. How is this possible? Wasn’t I just walking her into pre-school? This was the little girl that could barely keep her eyes open after the first day of kindergarten because she had so much fun and had to make friends with every single person. Now, she is grown into a tall and beautiful, young woman who will still want to make friends…
Is it me or does it seem like birthdays are a little more anticlimactic as we get older? I turn 42 today and honestly, I had to ask my daughter the other day if that was even right. “Are you sure I’m not turning 43?” I have two daughters, twelve and nine years old and their birthdays are six months apart. So we spend the entire year talking about one of their future parties or celebrations. Theme, decorations, will it…
Years ago, we took the kids to the Historic Lighthouse at Ponce Inlet. My little girls were amazed at the tall and beautiful “princess tower”. When it came time for us to climb up the spiraling staircase to the top of the 175 foot tall structure, mommy only made it two steps. There wasn’t enough room in this tiny tower for my dizzy spells and anxious heart. I waited outside while my husband took our two young girls a little…
With life moving at such a fast pace, I am thankful for the opportunity I had this weekend to bring my girls to a little place called Coffeyville, Kansas. Coffeyville is where my daddy grew up…where the small-town life still exists. I have many memories of visiting as a child…being with my favorite aunt and uncle, and laughing with my cousins. My daddy and Uncle Carl would take us kids on a tour of all the hot spots. I loved…
I have grown and matured over the years. My sister’s birthday is proof. She is my older sister who many times looks younger than I do. (That’s fun! Not really.) Growing up, I wanted to be just like her! She was cool and smart and had the best clothes! She made it clear that I was not allowed to hang with her friends when they were over. If I was caught taking clothes from her closet, I was “dead meat!”…