Last week the Preschooler and I were in the car on our way to pick the older two up from school, and I found myself singing along to a catchy echoing song with these lyrics: Oh, I know a chicken (I know a chicken) And she laid an egg (And she laid an egg) Oh,…
Dear 2nd Grader, Today you turn eight years old. In my mind you should still be about four years old, but I know you’re especially proud of each one of your eight years today. As our middle child, I imagine there are times when you feel somewhat overlooked being sandwiched between the firstborn 4th Grader and the ever-busy…
For the past two weeks the older two girls have been back at school, and I have been the lone playmate for the Preschooler. I love her energy and her spunk. I appreciate that she wakes up each day {often ridiculously early} eager to take on the world. I’m grateful for the ways she teaches me…
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to…