Musings of a mother of many
My husband loves an immaculate house.
Not so, his wife.
I am happy to sit amongst a pile of laundry waiting to be folded and read to a child, or to myself, to visit with a friend, and, perhaps most a of all, to write.
But because I love my dear husband, I have […] Read more…
Eleven baskets all in a row.
Easter cookies all ready to go.
Eleven happy children with their eggs to show.
This weekend we celebrate the cross. The horrid seemingly senseless death of a God/man who’s only crime was that He came from Heaven to live among His own, those He created and loved so […] Read more…
