Children, children. Don’t you ever stop chewing on each other? Don’t you prefer to lay down control over the minutia of the universe?
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
Confession: I promised myself I’d never go back on WIC again – Women, Infants, and Children food and nutrition service. I used the program once before, for a foster son with special needs who lived entirely on Pediasure. He drank $10-$15 a day, and neither we nor his birth mother, to whom he was returning, […]
“Here is a beautiful pinecone, even though it’s a little squished, and that big big dandelion wants to come home with me…”
What I lack in a history of sexual sin I make up for in a thousand other ways, as named here. I am greatly in need of grace.
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
It was an interesting experiment, but to be honest, that part wasn’t worth it. It made me think and care too much about food.
While I stood there by our built-in cabinet, I sensed something tickly at my forehead, and pulled back to look…