Egg hunts, sugar highs, cousin time, fancy dresses, beautiful houseful of friends and family, He Is Risen!
I hope you got to enjoy as much chocolate as I did. (Which means a lot.
Egg hunts, sugar highs, cousin time, fancy dresses, beautiful houseful of friends and family, He Is Risen!
I hope you got to enjoy as much chocolate as I did. (Which means a lot.
The kids went back to school today after 16 days of their winter break.
Not quite sure how this happened but: it’s December.
I haven’t written in a long while, but that’s OK. I have been living life.
I said yes. They asked if I would ride my bike 90 km on their team and before I had even sat perched on a road bike, I said yes.
I said yes.
When Steve tried to teach me how to downhill ski he took me to the top of a challenging intermediate blue run and as I stood with the tips of my skis hanging over the cliff, I said, “THIS IS TOO HARD FOR ME! I AM A
I am not a camper. Growing up, our family holidays consisted of short day trips to local attractions where my brother and I would fight and my mom would lock herself in a bathroom at TGIFriday’s and cry.