So another birthday has come and gone, bringing me ever closer to the last birthday I'll have. That's a cheerful thought!
I find it hard to love someone who is, undeniably, amazing. I’ll just say it straight out.
Santa, baby, I've been an awfully good girl this year, so hurry down the chimney and bring me the following:
With kids who truly lack for nothing, we decided to do Christmas in a completely different way two years ago. Instead of shopping for presenTs we chose presenCe.
So I was a bit premature last month when I crowed about not having even a louse stirring in my house.
Because tomorrow's Thanksgiving, it's time to remember all the things I'm grateful for.
1. My family. Both the one I came from and the one my husband and I have created.
Last night our family (at least the small remnant that still lives at home) went to a Gratitude Service at our church.
I bought some weather stripping and plastic for the windows back when it was green and the leaves were just beginning to turn color (you know, last week).
With apologies to Clement C. Moore...
It's the week before Thanksgiving,
And all through the house,
not a turkey was stirring,
no, nor even a louse.
I’m not that old. I swear it. You wouldn’t know it to have seen me yesterday afternoon, however. I was wandering around the parking lot at the grocery store for what felt like hours.