The Fall
Day after day I watch my beautiful daughter work relentlessly on perfecting her turns. Recently when I walked into her room during a turn session, something took over all common sense as the floor called for me to give it a try. The voice of my dance teacher echoed in my head as I got into place, spotted in front of me, and nailed a double. In complete shock, my
Even If He Didn’t
Becoming a parent changes you. Suddenly all the selfish ambitions, desires, and needs fly out the door. Your life is planned around a nap schedule: “Want to hang out at 1?” (old friend) “ How about 9 am?” (new mom). Can you even remember sitting down to eat breakfast or lunch? For at least 10 years I grazed over food while making their plates and then after they finished eating.
Sticky Spoons
Walking into the clean kitchen and something catches my eye in the sink. A groan erupts from the depths of my being. NOT AGAIN! I just cleaned this kitchen! I have to be imagining it! I look away and look back again hoping it was just a horrible illusion. No. There in the sink is the spoon with remnants of peanut butter all over it. Ugh! Why does my husband