Tim’s Great Aunt Jim died last week and we both wanted to attend her funeral in Middlesboro, KY. Aunt Jim was always so warm and welcoming to me and entertained us with her tales of family every time we came for a visit. She gave me a set of desert plates with pine cones on … More Road Trip…What were we thinking?
One month. Maddison has been a part of our lives for one month but it seems like she has been with us always. We have adapted to washing and sterilizing bottles, a thousand and one snaps on clothing and feeding and sleep schedules. So far, so good. In fact, it is pretty terrific. Even if … More Winning the Lottery and Entourage Living
All of my family will readily agree that patience is not a virtue I possess. Former bosses have rightly suggested that I am ready, fire, aim. I live life at 75 miles per hour. But now, I live in a 35 miles per hour town, work at a 10 miles per hour campus and hang … More Waiting…
Today was court day for the momma of our Little A. I knew and actually prayed that the judge would agree that it was time for our little 24 pound bundle of joy to go home. So I was not surprised when my phone rang at 11:50 this morning and Little A’s case manager was … More Returning Library Books
I was crazy to quit a job I loved doing work that I was really good at. We were crazy to sell our house and at least ½ of our possessions and move to Savannah. We were foolish to think being foster parents in a town where we knew practically no one and had … More Crazy
Little girl’s teacher sent me note yesterday that said, “Can you speak with H about her talking and playing in class’s and in the lunch room?” Absolutely. So on the way home from school we had a discussion about what happened and why her teacher was so put out with H’s behavior yesterday that she … More What is wrong with our schools? One word – STUPID.
Tim and I have a little inside joke. He often asks me to look at stuff as we are driving down the road and often I can’t see what he is pointing out. In the past this frustrated him and he would point again and tell me it is right, there. I’d get angry and … More Perspective