I have stated multiple times that I love change. This is either a good thing or a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy.
I guess either way it is my life so I'm just going to embrace it.


I'm not saying there weren't rough patches here and there with constant patter of big teenage or young adult feet. But our house always felt alive. Zinging with energy.


The past Christmases since our middle daughter started foster care the whole family has spent Christmas Eve night. And Christmas night. The 26th always feels a little hollow when they pack up their noise and their clutter and their sweet little selves and head out the door.

