Every time I spread butter on bread, I stop and think of our friend, Father Tom.

Last weekend when I made chocolate chip cookies, I made a big double batch and ended up with way too many.

In life, it’s the little moments that add up to the big ones. The small wins become the larger ones.

I spontaneously invited friends to come for afternoon tea, and we had such a wonderful
time.

Every morning when I ask, “What would you like for breakfast today?” our fourth grader says, “The usual.”

For years and years I have cried while cutting onions.

When friends of ours suggested we get a group together and go bowling last weekend, I knew I wouldn’t have any trouble selling my family on the idea. We love bowling.

I’ve reached a whole new place in parenting. Today if I get to choose, I do not want to shop alone. I want to bring a child along.

Words can hurt, and words can heal. Words can divide people or build bridges.

If I can put in my snow request for the season, I would like one good snowstorm—maybe six inches or so—and then we can head into spring.