Happy Anniversary, Dan River Church!

Today we celebrate five years since we launched Dan River Church. My, how time flies! Our first Sunday was October 4, 2009. We prayed for months ahead of time. We built a team of volunteers to help us launch. We prayed together. We prepared the materials we would need for the service, as well as…

A New Season

Carting chairs onto a field of manicured grass covered in dew. Waiting in anticipation for a fresh, new jersey and socks. Accomplishing the nearly impossible challenge of cramming a child’s wiggly foot into a shin guard, never-ending sock, and tiny cleat. Yes, folks, fall soccer season is upon us! Kaden played in his first game…

It’s Good for You

Take your vitamins. Eat your vegetables. Brush your teeth. Do your homework. As a mom, I ask my kids to do things they don’t like to do because it’s good for them. Well, I got a taste of my own medicine. I have just stepped in as a trainer for the Celebrate Recovery ministry at…

Make a Wish

When my youngest was 4 years old, he used to love riding around the neighborhood in a little green wagon. Every time we saw a “wishing flower,” I had to stop immediately so that Kaden could get out. He would then carefully pick the flower, make a wish, and blow the flowers until he had…

Measure Up

We celebrated my youngest son’s birthday last weekend. My big 9-year-old. The celebration started with a giant donut from Halls, a local pastry shop. He opened presents, put together a new Lego set and hex bug track, played video games, ate steak, fries, and a s’more for lunch, played at a trampoline park, played more…

Developing a Taste

One night my husband and I asked our boys where they wanted to go for dinner. My oldest son called out, “SAMs!” “As in … the warehouse SAMs?” I asked. “Yes, I love their pizza and cinnamon pretzels,” he replied. This is the same kid whose favorite foods are seared ahi tuna and cedar-plank salmon….

Pretend & Dress-up

My 8 year old loves to dress up. When my sister gave him a mustache tattoo from a Grad night goody bag, he wore it proudly all day. He loved to pretend that it was a real mustache … but let’s face it; he wasn’t fooling anyone. Anyone could see that he was still an…

Where is the Plane?

My mother taught me to never hate people, but allowed me to hate things. I guess that could include places, right? So…I hate the Atlanta airport. We are attempting to fly through Atlanta to visit my family in California. Unfortunately, the Atlanta airport is not cooperating. This is a common occurrence when we fly through…

Home Alone

There I was, lurking outside my own house like a peeping tom. My 2-year-old, Kaden, looked back at me from his highchair where he was eating his dinner and waved. How could I have let this happen?! He could fall out of the highchair! He could choke! Being alone might scare him. We had just…

The Lost Brother

When my boys were little, I took them to Disney’s Animal Kingdom without my husband’s help. It was tricky to keep up with two small children; their little feet wanted to go in completely different directions. I was particularly concerned about my 6-year-old who has a bad habit of wandering off. We stopped at a…