My Own "F" Words
Hold on. Please keep reading. I want you to stop caring so that you can show more love. Wait, what? You’re not making sense Elizabeth. Stay with me please. Stop caring about what others think of you. I’m not perfect. I still care too much about what others think of me. Think of my cookies.
It’s a Wednesday morning, I hear my kiddos stirring so I’m hurrying my morning along. Chaos will be here shortly. I know I try to share the vulnerable side of my life while also pushing the positive but sometimes it’s hard to find that positive when you’re in the middle of the storm. I love
I always hate click bait – but I couldn’t resist. Don’t worry, he kicked me out but he’s welcoming me back in 🙂 Last night my amazing husband kicked me out and told me to get myself a hotel for the night. He noticed that I’ve been a bit down and running on E. He
This may come off as a brain dump or random rambling. It might come off as venting. If it does, that’s because it is. The delicate balance of managing what you need to do, what you should do, and what you want to do is difficult. However, somehow, you make the choice of what to
I always wanted a daughter. I always pictured the dresses and the bows and all things girl. Until a basketball game. My friends mom came to watch him play along with his three older brothers. Four boys and their mama. I started to warm up to the idea of being a boy mom. When I
E. A. McComas 