My Own "F" Words
What in your life do you measure? Do you count your money? Do you track the hours you work? How about the amount of time you spend on yourself? The time you spend with the Lord? I’ve often been told you measure what matters to you. Your progress on a project, pounds lost, 401k, hours
My daughter doesn’t sleep in. She doesn’t slowly get up in the morning, she’s at a 10 from the moment her tiny eyes open to the moment they shut. I can’t count the mornings she’s rushed into my room, a ball of energy bouncing to tell me about the dream she had last night. Each
The world has slowed down by choice and by force. It’s a scary time of uncertainty and worry. I remember weeks ago as whispers started and the panic buying started grabbing a pack of toilet paper from Costco and two cases of water after seeing a line of people dragging away carts and pallets full.
I’m a week into being dairy free. I’d love to say I’m doing it for my health but right now that’s not my reason. I’m testing this for my son. Honestly I think I would have given up if I was doing it for myself. I would have made an excuse and dipped everything in
This topic has been on my heart a lot lately. Recently I read a book that addressed my recent feelings on the topic of motherhood and wine. Guess what? I am guilty of exactly the behavior I want to change. Kids are crazy, send wine. Rough day, need a glass of wine. Need wine, because
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