It was May 7th when I realized that the following Sunday was Mother’s Day. I opened up our refrigerator and got a quick glance at the calendar. I gasped. “Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh. Shoot!” Ty was in the kitchen with me and asked what was wrong. I told him I didn’t realize that
Nurses just don’t get enough credit. Their job is hard! I can tell you right now that I couldn’t do it. Growing up, I watched my Momma work for the hospital — from a school nurse, to taking care of people in their homes. It was great having a nurse for a mom, EXCEPT (notice
For once, my brain is blank, and this is a rare occurrence. I typically come up with some kind of past memory that comes back up for me, something that happened in the present, a season, holiday, food, or restaurant. But guys, I’m blank. For almost two weeks now, I haven’t been myself. I was
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker,” — so God made a Farmer. God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past
We were busy getting ready for Easter. Our family was all coming over. It was the weekend before, and we were doing yard work. The normal spring clean-up and getting our plastic eggs on our front bush with our light-up bunny. (Yeah, I was a bit behind on that.) We had a big mountain stone
It was a beautiful Sunday. Felt like spring. I knew enough not to wear long sleeves to church. They keep that place pretty darn toasty for the elderly. I sit there just dreaming about some moving air and try not to wake up the upper lip sweat that’s been in hibernation since the end of
