Letters to my girls

We’ve got your six!

From the moment I first saw you, you were smiling. You were the happiest baby I've ever met.  When you were born, the first thing I noticed about you was your perfectly shaped lips.  Lips that would grow to be encouraging, funny and say some of the most quick witted comments.  You have made us… Continue reading We’ve got your six!

Letters to my girls

Your Future Has Begun!

When you were born, I looked into those big blue eyes and I saw so much. Eyes that were taking it all in. Eyes that were so inquisitive. Eyes that just wanted to see it all and experience it all.You always were a kid who wanted to please. You wanted to be the best and… Continue reading Your Future Has Begun!

Letters to my girls

Best Mom in the World

What mom doesn't like to hear phrases like, "You are such a great mom!" "You are such a fun mom!" "Your kids are so lucky to have a mom like you." "I love your mom!" (Said from your kid's friends.) All those phrases make us feel so good about ourselves and for that brief moment… Continue reading Best Mom in the World

Birthday, Letters to my girls, Momma, Parenting

What I see in my 16 year old, T

T! How in the world are you 16? How is it possible that tiny, little 6 lb baby is now taller than me and is so fiercely independent? I have learned so much from you, my girl. You were a serious baby. As a newborn you were "taking it all in". Your eyes wide, looking… Continue reading What I see in my 16 year old, T

Letters to my girls, Momma, Parenting

Change the World

When someone mentions the name "Abe Lincoln" what image comes to mind?   Long black beard and tall  black hat, right? Did you know that an 11 year old little girl was the one that told him he should grow a beard?  Her name was Grace Bedell.  She wrote a letter to President Lincoln (weeks before… Continue reading Change the World

Letters to my girls, Marriage, Momma, Parenting

Living the Dream

My mom recently gave me some old school papers and photo albums of mine. In the box of stuff, I found a paper that I had filled out when I was 8 years old. At the bottom the paper was the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My answer, written… Continue reading Living the Dream