A Dream Realized

Today we celebrated my niece’s spiritual birthday. I feel so privileged that I can know that I will spend eternity in heaven with my loved ones. Words cannot express how grateful I am for my children’s salvation. Hunter told me he was ready for Jesus to be the “Boss” of him when he was almost…

Hurricane Wilma

Hurricanes are the price a resident of South Florida must pay for year-long warm weather. During the time we lived in Palm Beach Gardens, we experienced four hurricanes. People tend to handle hurricanes one of two ways: evacuate immediately or throw a hurricane party. Aside from the obvious safety concerns, people who stayed in town…

Pet Peeves

My husband tells me I have a lot of pet peeves. I cannot stand the sound of a person tearing something out of carpet, clicking silverware on their teeth, or picking at their fingernails. The smell of my husband baking coconut shrimp makes me want to gag. My neighbor who lets his truck idle for…

Trust Issues

My son is 11 years old and counting down the days until he turns 12. For some reason, he thinks he’s legally allowed to stay home alone when he’s 12. I have no idea where he got his information from, but like I’ve said before, he figures if he says it with confidence, it makes…

Matching scars

My boys have matching scars. They both have a horizontal line on the left side of their foreheads. This was not planned. When Hunter was about one and a half years old, my mom and sister rode with us on the train down to San Juan Capistrano. We had a wonderful lunch followed by a…

To Pluck or Not to Pluck

As I was fixing my hair this morning, I was confronted by a gray hair. My hairdresser tells me that these hairs are brittle so the one I found was short and sticking nearly straight up in the midst of a fairly long mane of brown hair: very noticeable. I proceeded to pluck it out…

Reminiscing

We have a tradition in our house: on either of the boys’ birthdays, we look at old pictures of them. This, of course, leads to teasing about naked baby pictures and 1-year-cake-all-over-the-face pictures. We bring it back around to how thankful we are that God gave them to us. (After all, we don’t want to…

“Why Do I Live in the City?” You Ask

A friend asked if I liked my neighborhood in the city. I am a city girl. I love being within 10 minutes of church, shopping, and restaurants. I grew up in southern California, where I could walk or ride the bus anywhere I wanted. The idea of living in the country with wild animals and…

Lessons from an ultrasound

I’ve been creating photo albums of my two sons to give as gifts for my family. I came across this page in our own family book… (This is not my profile, by the way; it’s just a generic die-cut.) I remember how excited my husband and I were to find out the gender of our…

A Cup of Coffee to Jog My Memory

I drank my coffee this morning from my new Guatemala mug and suddenly realized that I never wrote about the last day of our trip. When I say “suddenly realized,” I am referring to the fog I have been living under for the last five days being lifted. Some people call this jet lag; to…