Have you heard this song? Sung by Big Daddy Weave. I hear the beginning piano strains and I know what song it is long before they start singing. When I first heard it so many words within the lyrics caught my attention. Struggles. Ghosts of my past. How long. Unworthy. Shame. Regret. All these words struck a blow day after day of my life. Pummeling … Continue reading Redeemed
It’s been two weeks now with this little darling in the house. No, the dog. We’ve had Mary for a while now. We’ve had a few bumps along the way. Maddie is playing with her a lot now and it sounds like a herd of elephants falling down the stairs when their antics take them from upstairs down. Annabell is calming down, but she is … Continue reading Lab Adventures
Thumbing through my Creative Memories catalog and saw these! These are quick pictures from my cell phone. I can only imagine how adorable they are in real life! I know I have baby pictures to scrapbook of the girls. I could do Bill’s childhood pictures in the boy’s album! Continue reading These are adorable!
The embers are still warm. The fire is still capable of flaring up, but it doesn’t always. It isn’t only the bad I remember. I remember the excitement of going somewhere with Dad. Just me. Not all of us. Just Dad and I. Many times we would head over to his parent’s house. Seeing Grandma and Grandpa Yates was always a good thing. Underneath, … Continue reading The Story Part 2
Mary started working recently and the deal was this; your first paycheck you can do anything you want with, then you have to be a grown up. She got her first check on April first and she had Saturday off, so off we went! First stop was to go to PetSmart to buy Maddie and Annabell a new bone to chew on, then we were … Continue reading Ellie is in the house!
I love to write. I have written a lot over the years, but now I am starting at the beginning. I think. I’m writing for myself and sharing it here with whoever wants to read it. Maybe it can help someone, but I am writing for me. To think it through. To lay it to rest. I need to write. I don’t need criticism. I … Continue reading The Story Part 1