This week is my son's birthday. From the very beginning, I knew he was going to be a handful. He refused to vacate his comfy home for his due date, deciding instead to roll around in my belly like the Tasmanian Devil partying in a hot tub. Today, my son is the sweetest, kindest, most adorable-est boy in the universe. He's …
As your sixth birthday approaches, I see the telltale signs. I know my sweet chubby-faced baby girl is melting away before my eyes. Sometimes when we hug, I catch a faint glimpse of her still--your warm soft cheek pressed up against mine, silky eyelashes fluttering shut as you gently sigh--innocence refusing to budge. Nestling into …
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I love your shaggy hair, the gentle glimmer in your eyes I love that your mom tried to dress you just like Prince, only pint-size. I love how your dimpled cheeks frame the innocence of your smile, I love that you once thought Boss Hogg …
Big news this week: Mark Zuckerberg is getting one whopper of a birthday present. His Facebook IPO could make him worth about 100 billion buckaroos. Not bad for a gift. Psbbt. [shrug] I guess. But it pales in comparison to all the gifts I got when I turned 28 years old. It was a long …
This past week has been hectic. The kids were home for school vacation. We had a great time doing things like: visiting the library, looking longingly out the window while sighing we were bored, and going sledding on the sheet of ice on our little hill in our yard. And I didn't end up in traction, so …
The night before my son's recent ninth birthday, he sat down on the couch next to me, heaved a sigh and said, "Tomorrow, I become a man." I wiped away a tear, giving him a brief hug before he squirmed away in horror and ran off. He was right--he was becoming a young man right before my …
Usually we determine our age by the obvious signs: wrinkles, gray hairs, our tendency to find America's Funniest Videos funny (those shots to the crotch are a hoot!) But nothing indicates you're getting on in years than when you open the cupboard searching for a tupperware container and find last Saturday night's spaghetti and meatballs inside one …
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