The Creek Bank of Life
Last Sunday, I took my middle daughter, almost four, to the creek near our house to look for arrowheads and fossils. We always make our girls wear water shoes in the creek, so they don’t cut their feet on the
The Story’s in the Growth
This week, I went for my daily walk and saw my husband had pulled a chair over to our creek. It moved me to picture my better half, of almost nine years, sitting there and being still. With my three-month-old
#Nesting
“Mooom!” my five-year-old cried. “We are trying to go to sleep!” “I’m almost done.” My husband said, “Do you really need to do that right now?” “Yes,” I replied. “If I go into labor tonight, I want to know the carpet's vacuumed.” My husband