How many times can I write about the endless battle/game/quest to lose weight?
It was early in our marriage, we were in our first home, had two little ones and one income when one February day I told my husband to please not send me roses on Valentine's Day.
I awoke this morning to a “normal” morning — no school cancellations or delays; a normal morning.
We are a full week into 2014 and it's as if I'm just realizing it's January. I went to the grocery store today for the first time in three weeks.
Sometimes I just have a peace about, and really love my job, this week happens to be one of those times.
I noticed that Kevin had arranged the new Nativity set on the mantle the other night but it looked like something was missing.
The red kettles this time of year used to annoy me. That is until one Sunday morning five years ago when Stan Buck, my pastor, talked about those red kettles.