I just finished rocking my baby to sleep, perhaps my most favorite thing to do in the whole world. As she slept in my arms, I sat and gazed at her sweet 8-month-old baby face, trying to memorize every inch because I know that my memory will fade so soon. Every time I sit and...
Honestly, the three-year-old mind just produces the most amazing comments and questions. I was laying with Caroline last night as I often do when I put her to bed, (this is where we have some of the most interesting conversations) and this is the question she asked me: “Why do we have to die?” Whoa....
After a “time-out” and an eloquent speech from Mommy about why God wants children to obey their parents, the only thing Caroline wants to know is . . . “Does God have a bottom?”
Last night I was praying with Caroline, and at the end I prayed that she and David would grow to repent and believe in Jesus. When I was done, Caroline said, “David doesn’t want to go his way.” I wasn’t sure which “his” she was referring to, so I said, “What way does David want to ...
when did david turn into a 17-year-old surfer?
*huge eyeroll* When we moved to the new neighborhood and he started hanging out with the boys on the street.