I'm a Christian, a wife, a mother, a homemaker, a photographer, a thinker, a ditz and a lover of lists. I keep accidentally heading in the "crunchy" direction, but I won't do the dreads, I still shave and despite the many endorsements, I have no interest in smoking pot. :)
As my husband says, our poor children will end up in therapy because of their parents who were hippies who couldn't commit. So I'm just embracing the crazy.
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My great-grandmother on my father's side. I have only a few memories with her (all of them very special to me), but I know that she loved her family very much and that she is very much loved by her family. She was always a sincere joy to be around at family gatherings and I look forward to being with her in Heaven someday - THE family gathering. I feel so blessed to be a descendant of her, my Gramdaddy, my father... All, as far as I can tell, amazing people.
The pendant I wore almost every day while Gabe was deployed.
St. Michael, Patron Saint of Paratroopers
Gabe is camping tonight with the youth group. It is the first night in a very long time that we have spent apart. Driving up to Mt. Madonna I felt faintly a familiar anxiety over the short separation. What would be a trivial weekend event for most couples was a reminder to us of where we have been.