Two weeks ago I practiced the art of doing nothing (and I’m finally getting around to writing about it now because we’ve had a lot more to do than nothing since returning home). So did my children. We were busy; yet, we weren’t. The paradox of vacation. We had no schedule to stick to, errandsRead the whole post >>
I Do Times Two
April was a month of nuptial bliss for us (and yes, I’m just getting around to writing about it now). First, we hit the Big Apple where Madeline was a flower girl and I was a bridesmaid for her godmother’s wedding. (Thankfully, the arm incident went down following the wedding, so Madeline did not haveRead the whole post >>
Paradise Found
I have a confession to make. I started Lent not in a wild wilderness wrought with twisted roots and temptations lurking in every shadow, but in paradise. Thanks to the generosity of Gaba and Papa, I spent four days at the beach with my husband, my children, my parents, and my brothers. Each day IRead the whole post >>
7 Quick Takes: The Waning Summer Edition
I mentioned here that my family recently spent a few days at the beach. The trip was more than a vacation; it was a renewing retreat for one burnt out mama. Every day the girls and I ventured out onto the powdery sand. I walked side-by-side ambling children who smelled of salt and sunshine. WithRead the whole post >>
Happy Feet, Happy Heart
My pedicured, little toes all sugared with sand were quite happy last week. The rest of me has been faring well, too. Partly because I’ve really embraced the whole “take care of yourself” thing (the pedicure proves it) as one major way to battle my recent bout of burnout. Oh, and last week’s jaunt toRead the whole post >>