Happy Monday truth-seekers! Did y’all have a nice weekend?  How was Father’s Day for your loved ones?  We had a jam-packed weekend of fun starting on Thursday night with our Father/Daughter Dance at church.  Our theme was “Somewhere over the Rainbow” and before the dance started, we made this giant rainbow balloon arch.  It was

I’d be lying if I told y’all that I thought of myself as an adult. Because, really, this just isn’t true. My version of me is of a girl that is just beginning, not an almost thirty year old mom that drives a minivan, has a mortgage, and a real job. Sometimes, I see this

With a cheerful heart, rejoicing resounds. Life tastes sweeter and laughter and love make the world go round. Happiness is catching; we get it from one another. How do we catch this happiness bug, you might ask? From charity, hope, faith, love, work, play, laughter…for starters.  Happiness is caught when you open your arms and

Last week, we attended Raleigh’s cousins’ graduation.  His cousins are like his younger brothers and are so excited to be graduating and moving on to college.  At their graduation, I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to the valedictorian and salutatorian speeches; how they reminded me so much of what was important during those

This past Saturday, I had the whole morning to myself. My intent was to sleep in a little and write.  I’ve had posts welling up inside of me for weeks and I couldn’t wait to sit at the computer in a quiet house and get those words on the screen. But, God had other plans.

Monogrammed pocket tees are all the rage here in Alabama these days. But, when did monograms really go out of style in the South? I’d been wanting to make my own monogrammed pocket tee for months now.  I knew where to buy the shirt, how to monogram my initials on the pocket, and how to

“I dream in black and white,” he said.  We were on the back porch of the beach house after dinner, telling stories as we rocked in our plastic chairs. Granddad said that he thought he dreamed in black and white instead of color because that’s how the television was when it first came out.  He

Every morning on our way to wherever we may be going I always pray a blessing over my children and husband. I rarely forget to say our morning prayer, but if I do AK is always quick to remind me, “Mom! We didn’t say the blessing!” I pray for the Lord’s favor, his blessing, protection,

It was late. We’d been at it for days now; talking, crying, revealing our souls. Our conversations had been hurtful and healing at the same time.  He was unlocking the chains of burden while I was opening the door to admitting my inner-struggle. How, after almost 12 years, did we have these questions yet no

Motherhood is an extraordinary experience. Really, there isn’t anything ordinary about being a mom.  It takes that “extra” to fully describe motherhood because that’s what motherhood is: going beyond yourself.  How mothers go beyond themselves to teach, love, play, drive, work, and care clean up after their children is what makes the experience extraordinary.  Motherhood