I've often felt as though I have a split-personality. The perfectionist, high-achiever on the outside and the disatisfied, always-yearning-to-be-someone-else on the inside. It's not unique to me, this tension of good & bad that is constantly at war within each of us,...
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The Things They Don't Tell You…
For MONTHS we've had a battle of the wills when it was time to do laundry at our house. As soon as I opened the dryer door to begin loading the wet clothes, Audrey would emphatically slam the door shut. This scenario would always end up with me strategically placing...
Sugar Cookies – A Renewed Tradition
I love that I was able to spend so much time at my Grandma and Grandpa Borhart's farms growing up. It taught me a lot about hard work, but it also taught me about enjoying the simple things in life. Picking pea pods out of the garden and eating them right then and...
My Baby Lied to Me!
Audrey told me her first lie the other day. I know you're thinking..."she's 16 months old and can only say one cryptic word at a time, how can she lie to you!" Well, I wouldn't have believed it, either, if I hadn't been there myself.I was folding clothes on our bed...
Thank Goodness for Grandmas and Good Friends!
Justin and his mom went to Washington D.C. this past weekend for Amy's graduation from Georgetown. When they returned on Sunday, Diane decided to spend the night, again, instead of driving right home. Thank heaven she did! I woke up around 3am sick as a dog. Seems I...
The Ties That Bind Us
Last week marked our annual excursion to my Aunt Beckie and Uncle Bob's home for Thanksgiving. This tradition began a few years ago when they moved into a wonderfully old, massive home that seems to have been built for just such occassions as these. It has quickly...
Memories…Light the Corner of My Mind
Time is sliping away. Every day I look at the miracle of a child that God gave to us and I try to burn her voice, her expressions, & her quirky little motions into my mind. I don't ever want to forget any memory of her, yet I find myself doing just that every day. I...
The Unveiling
There's something about putting my personal journal online that scares me to death. First of all, I haven't journaled in years and although I certainly find it a therapuetic excercise, just knowing that anyone who happens to find this blog can read about my innermost...
Anonymous Poem
A ship I saw a-sailing, A ship so wondrous fair The crew were difficult to see, So small were they, all there. The bow was made of rose-petals, The mast was a rose's thorn; A beetle stood at the steering-helm, And a beetle at the stern. Lovely four-winged dragonflies,...