“Sorry. What did you say?” I rubbed my ears trying to convince them to cooperate. My husband looked over from in front of the mirror where he was combing
Tag: God at Work
Entering the living room with my baby in my arms, I turned to my 2 year old. “You asked if we could do a puzzle earlier, and I said
“Mommy, I want to write a list.” My daughter announced as she placed a paper on the kitchen table. “What sort of list?” I asked. “A list for the
“Parmesan cheese, please.” My 3 year old daughter pointed across the table. I sprinkled some of the cheese on her pasta. “There you go.” She took a bite, then
As I neared the church parking lot, I studied the construction barriers. Could I drive into the parking lot? An email sent earlier in the week had noted there