By the end of the night everyone was speaking with a drawl and swapping stories about the mud flaps on their pickup trucks.
Next thing you know I’m going to be creating figures out of pipe cleaners and googly eyes, and you just wait until I get my hands on a bottle of glitter.
Options for children of both the Silas Marners and Robert Crawleys of the world.
The best part of my jobis that I get to share so much of it with the wonderful people in my life.
A recap of the weekend I spent with my daughter who called sleeping in a tent “cozy.” WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
And the updated electrical system and the water heater and the brand new landscaping I left behind.
A space to breathe and assess where I’ve been and where I want to go.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.
“Leta will most likely want to sit in the car and read a book about Arches. Marlo? Marlo will want to become an arch.”
We sang and we shouted with the armies of heaven.