I remember it very clearly-it was my day off from work and I was making dinner when I heard my husband enter through the front door. That's when I saw it in his hand....

I often wondered, are the values we're teaching, like service, really sticking?

I had a very ungraceful moment the other day when I tripped on our bottom stair.  Though the experience was not enjoyable, the results of it taught me I have a priceless gift--right in my own home.

This is just a little reminder that my child is learning something from me!

When Real Estate Agents show a home, they frequently leave their business card on the kitchen counter to let the homeowner know who had entered their house that day.  Last night when I got into bed, I felt Grace’s “calling card,” a little baby doll in a green outfit with the word “May” (her birth month) embroidered across her chest.  I realized that some day I will miss finding my children’s toys in my bed.  Sometimes it is Ethan’s cars all lined up under my blanket—other times it is two or three dolls all tucked in with the covers up to their chins.  I think of it as my children’s way of saying, “Remember me” while they are asleep.  And I do.