Twelve. Tucson.  Tulips.  Tornadoes.  Three.  May had a little bit of everything. Most of it good. 

Growing up, I was never one to appreciate the spring. I couldn't understand why some people chose it as their favorite season. After li...

A few weeks ago, the boundaries of our local church congregation (ward) were changed. Our former ward ended up being split three ways a...

March was a month of traveling - Ryan traveled, I traveled, we all traveled. I traveled south to warmth, he traveled waaaaaay south to even...

It wasn't until about two weeks before spring break that I realized Leah had a neurology appointment in Chicago smack in the middle of ...

February brings a chill to my bone, literally.  Iowa sure knows how to do winter. With a high of 42 for the month (not accounting for w...

About a month ago, my husband asked me, “So, do you still blog?” It was an innocent question. At the time, my last post was three month...

Nothing extraordinary here. Just a moment I want to remember. She might be reading Little Miss Naughty (and that might be a book she can re...

Eight years ago, this little one surprised us with her arrival a few weeks early. In the eight years since, she has continued to surprise...

Eight good friends filled our house today to celebrate our sweet eight year old.  They wore their pajamas, made cereal necklaces, decorat...