There are some things people do not tell you about being a mother. And then there are the things they tell you over and over again . . .
Why I’ve waited to write out goals this year and how more is sometimes better than less.
Merry Christmas lovely friends!
I’m wishing you all a restful holiday, so tangibly full of joy and goodness that you are able to hold it in your hands and keep it in your heart for always.
I’m mindful that the holidays are hard for so many. That they aren’t all twinkle lights and I’ll Be Home For Christmas. If that’s you, know you are not alone (you may relate to this post I wrote last year). I’m praying for you.
I’m praying for all . . . that the Prince of Peace that came on Christmas Day would gift us all with peace this year.
“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”
It’s the day before Thanksgiving and I should like to say . . .
As I’m inching closer to forty I’m starting to feel more comfortable in my skin. I’m owning my lines, the years I’ve lived, from the inside out and on the outside with products that help my grooves glow.