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Tag: gratitude
Five and Five on Mother’s Day
A "thank you" from this mother of five.
I Want My Montage
I'm a child of the 80s, so I was conditioned by Hollywood to expect radical, miraculous, four-minute transformations set to super hype music. You know... training montages! Rocky IV, The Karate Kid, Bloodsport... the heroes all start out with zero skill whatsoever and, during the course of a very motivating song, they become masters of their own… Continue reading I Want My Montage
Emotional Heart Attacks…
A very long title for a pretty short update. 😉
Christmas Mom
I wrote this for my big kids to read when they get home from school tomorrow.
Horse Faces and Updates
So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender looks up and says, "Hey! Why the long face?" Badump. Chhhhhhiiiiiing. Sorry. I legitimately could not think of any other way to start this post. Ha! It's mid-August! Back to school time, back to routine, back to school pick-up lanes, back to multiple colors of… Continue reading Horse Faces and Updates
Daily Dose of Reality
In the meantime... Here's my journal entry for today:
Serbia Update!
Oh man! My brain has been full-to-overflowing with summertime kiddos and prepping for this trip! If you were following our 5in5, we did finish! We went to a family reunion in Iowa, so our Thursday and Friday night submissions were recorded in the dark. I'd love to re-record them and then post them here! (Though Day… Continue reading Serbia Update!
To My Best Friend on Her Birthday…
The older I get the more I realize how rare... These lifetime friendships. And even more rare, that we live nearby one another - that our babies are besties, too. Whether they like it or not. 😉 And while it's easy to romanticize, we know that these relationships are hard-won. Fought over the battlegrounds of… Continue reading To My Best Friend on Her Birthday…
Freshman HOMECOMING.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Can we just pause for a moment and talk about how my son just went to his FRESHMAN HOMECOMING? My firstborn son... the one who named me "mommy" when I was barely 20 years old - not old enough to legally purchase alcohol, but legally allowed to bring home a little… Continue reading Freshman HOMECOMING.
Emily Wagoner 