Tag: Jesus
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The Driftwood
“MOM!” I could tell Lo was annoyed before I laid eyes on her “scrunchy-face.” “Daddy is counting wrong to vacation,” she huffed. Her daddy might actually be counting right, but it’s not the way I count. Once the day is here, I don’t count it. And, I don’t count the first day of vacation as…
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The Heart Cloud
The habit of holding on prevents our stumble down the stairs, but falling is not failing. “Mmmmmmmmoooooommmmmmmm,” Brianne wailed, through broken breaths of crying…”Oooooowwwwwwweeeeee.” Happens at least once a week. One of them falls down the stairs, and I’m greeted by Brianne’s cry of shock, or Lo running to me out of breath and holding…
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The Marshmallows.
“Mom, I’m sooooooo hungry,” came the voice promptly at 6:15 am from my four year old daughter, Lo. “Ok, Ok,” I responded sleepily,” let’s go get you some breakfast. Normally, my little one wakes up about an hour before everyone else’s alarms go off, pitter patters into my room, crawls onto my bed, steals half…
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