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We celebrated the life of one of our children.  And we gathered a group of her sweet friends to celebrate with us. I wanted to celebrate each of their lives.  I wanted to speak truth over every single one of them.  So we decided on a Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Art Party. My little lady loved…

She is in Heaven now, Mama She is.  Oh, yes. Did she fly to Heaven, Mama?    They try to picture it in their minds… She had cancer, Mama, and we prayed for her every single day, and she died. Oh, this was a hard season.  We love this family. She died.  But, that doesn’t mean…

Some of our best conversations always seem to happen while I am driving… “Mama, when I grow up, I want to have a covered wagon.  Not a car,”  My Littlest Lady announces. “Okay, that would be fun,” I tell her. “I mean I am going to live on a farm in the mountains, you know,…

I have one list in my pocket.  And I have many other lists in my head.  I am trying to simultaneously follow directions, drive, answer my Little Ones’ endless questions, and tally up the items on my lists.  Oh, and sing.  We are all singing in the car too, of course. My heart is fighting anxiety while…

we are snuggled on the couch sandwiched together, more like.  Little Lady leaning into me;  Littlest Lady, on my other side, resting her head on my shoulder, her arm linked with mine, and Little Man, well, he is on my lap, squirming about, looking up at me, laughing, chattering, easing his way off my lap…