Challah Bread

Now, I know everyone hates those long intros to a promised recipe that force you to scroll down for days and days until you finally reach the recipe, but by then you are fuming and hungry.

So I won’t do that. Here it is:

Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #301-320

Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks

I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful. 

So I write them down.

And count them one by one.

33

One providential handshake……that led to marriage

Two attempts at horseback riding

Three hospital stays

Four siblings

Five children, whose four tiny faces light up my days (and one I shall see in Glory)

Six bowls of cereal at our table

Moving Time=Cleaning Time!

We moved into our first grown up bought house this past week!!! It was all very exciting….and exhausting…and not without a few hiccups….but we managed to get it done in one day!

With the move complete, that means I need to return to our little rental house to deep clean it before turning in the keys.

Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #251-275

Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks

I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful. 

So I write them down.

And count them one by one.

Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #221-250

Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks

I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful. 

So I write them down.

And count them one by one.

I Want A Perfect Life (and other lies I tell myself as I hide in the bathroom from my kids…)

My four year old spilled milk on the floor….for the third time today.

And if you even think about spouting the phrase “Don’t cry over spilled milk”, I swear I will go full southern mama on you! (it’s the only time I say “ya’ll”)

Because, come on, really the only person who deserves the right to cry over spilled milk is the mom of small children (or maybe a milk maid who carried several gallons’ worth up hill…. in three feet of snow… at night…)

The Curse of “And” (or Motherhood Rant #836,283)

It’s been one of those days.

Or weeks.

You know the ones I’m talking about. The days when motherhood feels just so. Dang. Heavy. Weeks when you are overwhelmed by both the scribbled lists of tasks, and the empty lines that lie beneath them.

Pressure to check off the boxes, AND pressure to add more boxes.

Top Five Favorite Posts In 2017

You guys. I am blown away by how much this tiny blog has grown this year, and most of that is attributed to YOU!!! 

Thank you for checking out my posts, commenting, liking, and sharing. It means a great deal to this often frazzled mama.

So, to wrap up this wonderful year of 2017, here are the top five most viewed posts from the past twelve months:

4 Things I Learned From My No Spending Month

 

What You Can See…When the Clutter Is Gone

 

15 Ideas for Letter Writing

 

The Forgotten Gift: Letters

 

What to Give When They Don’t Want Stuff

 

Thank you again! Excited to see what the new year brings!!!

When Wanderlust Calls

I have always lived within earshot of train tracks.

From the slice of suburban life that I called my childhood home, to the dilapidated balcony of my younger self’s great leap into independence; from the teeny tiny Californian apartment rubbing elbows with a new husband and a new name, to the solid brick ranch nestled in the vibrant green that is Tennessee’s cloak…

…the wail of a train’s whistle has penetrated the walls of every abode-and every stage-of my life.

“Come, see where I may lead you.”