I almost bought a couch yesterday. But I didn’t. I saw it on Facebook marketplace, which is my favorite source of nearly every furniture item (and, um, everything else) in my home since I became a single mama with a house to furnish. I mean, I had furniture before, but I’ve made a deliberate effort to not bring anything into this home that was contaminated with some sort of negative…
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A Good Man.
Susie recently celebrated big birthday number EIGHT. This is SO hard to believe, since I documented her birth story on this blog here like TWO WEEKS AGO. We had a party. She got some gifts. And seeing as how my mama taught me good Southern thank-you note etiquette, I have, naturally, taught my girls the same. One thank-you note in particular was written to a certain gentleman friend who has…
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I Know
I know. I know that You reach down from on high and take hold of me and rescue me from the deep waters. I know You have never let me drown. I know that You gently lead those who have young. I know that You are my Shepherd and I SHALL NOT be in want. I know that I have never been in want. I know that I can be…
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Patient and Kind
I’ve been reading The Love Dare for Parents lately, and I tell ya what…. I’m only four days in, or maybe five ~ I lose track on account of how I’ve gone back and re-read the chapters two or four times each, ~ and it has gutted me. Patient and Kind… These words are stuck in head lately, and it’s because of this book. This book has hit me where…
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Non negotiables
Laughter. Thinking the same things are funny. Laughing at all the same ridiculous TV shows and movies. Sending memes, videos, and Bitmojis back and forth all day long because we know what will make each other laugh. Because I’ve lived a life where the only time I ever laughed was when he tripped over something in the middle of the night, and that was unbearable. Peace. Tranquility and peace in…
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Happy
Well, as it happens, today’s fifteen minute blog segment is going to fall in the middle of the night, as did yesterday’s. This time it’s because my eighteen-year-old daughter decided to drive from Tyler to Lubbock at a time which put her arriving at her dorm at 1am. Like the helicopter parent I apparently have become, I made her send me her CL every thirty minutes. I aged ten years…
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Entitled
Did I promise to write for fifteen minutes a day a while back? Without editing? Just, you know, write fifteen minutes, and post? Every single day? To work toward my goal of … something, I can’t remember now, and I guess it stopped being important. Seems like I promised that a while back. It probably goes without saying that I haven’t done that. I mean, I stuck to it for…
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The Bad and the Good
In case you think I have it all together, Susie inspected my room and found some serious deficiencies.⚠️ Bad:Dust 🙈Blry glass 🙈Dead flowers 🙈Cracht langry baset (cracked laundry basket) 🙈Relly dusty 🙈 Good:Classy prses 👛 👜 I’m thinking the good outweighs the bad, but IDK. 🤷🏼♀️ Also seems like maybe someone should dust. 🤔 #atleastihaveclassypurses 💯
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Foreboding Joy
I didn’t know what it was called, this feeling that come right after I realize that I feel really happy… That sense that any second now, the rug is about to be jerked out from under me. It’s an addiction, I think, to that feeling, that just when everything is so right, it’s about to go so wrong. But you get used to feeling that way. Things are going so…
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Gum and Love Languages
Today, June 1st, comes hot on the heels of a couple of difficult months for me. Did I say difficult? I meant excruciating. And not JUST in all the ways it’s been excruciating for 98% of the world, I mean all that PLUS a huge dose of humbling, straight from the hand of God, that brought me to my knees. That tends to happen when you get a little prideful….
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Concise.
I love writing… well, sometimes. When the ideas are popping and the words are flowing, it’s just so satisfying. That clearly doesn’t happen all that often. At times, I’ve been told I’m good at it… but let’s be real. If I were really any good at it, I would be Pioneer Woman, or at least her best friend – WHICH HAS BEEN ON MY BUCKET LIST FOR YEARS, REE –…
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