There is so much to be grateful for… I am grateful that I have married a good man, who cares about me, and our family and actually desires to be with me… I am grateful that I believe in a good, kind and loving God who is actively involved in my life – even when… Continue reading Gratitude Mondays
To my darling, Baby Girl I am so proud of you and how articulate you are. I have always battled with communicating how I felt, because most often I didn’t know what I was feeling. But, last night, you came to me and you said that you felt like I was always shouting at you.… Continue reading Shouting at Baby Girl
To my darling, Baby Girl Just two weeks ago, you celebrated your 8th Birthday. I cannot believe that you are eight already, but what I can’t believe is how grown up you are. You are handling turning eight with such gusto and style, you have made your Dad and I very proud of you.… Continue reading Pierced ears & a sleep over…
Ever had that feeling where you’re so dog tired, it feels like you’re walking in fog? That’s how I have been feeling this weekend. Tired. Tired. Tired… But, gratitude does seem to give a burst of energy to one’s step, so without any further a due, herewith gratitude journal: I am grateful for an awesome… Continue reading Gratitude Mondays!
Today, is Baby Girl’s 8th birthday. And in the spirit of celebrating eight years of her life, my gratitude journal today revolves around her: I am grateful that Baby Girl is in our lives – I cannot imagine life without her. I am grateful that no matter how hard parenting has been for us, neither… Continue reading Gratitude Mondays
Today you turn 8. I cannot believe where the time has gone, and I still remember so vividly, so clearly the morning of your birth: a freezing, cold, blustery day, pouring with rain. I remember getting up early and your Dad driving me to the hospital and turning on the radio only to hear that… Continue reading To my darling, Baby Girl
To my darling, Baby Girl Just this last couple of days I have had an epiphany about my childhood. You see, you know that child that was always nasty, mean, hiding their toys and chocolates and sweets so scared someone was going to take it. I hid myself way from the world – because I was… Continue reading Living in a Cage!