T he card making started right after Mother's Day weekend of this year. First it was just crayons and a piece of paper, but over the months it evolved into stickers, stamps, and then glue with shapes and feathers. If homemade cards could heal the loved ones in our sweet three year old's life, no one would be sick. She approached her card making daily, as her contribution to helping Mr. Roger get better. And she said the sweetest prayers for him and his beautiful wife at almost every mealtime. And when they weren't home for her to deliver her handmade creations, tears. She wanted to go over every. single. day. She still does. But now, the cards are for Ms. Karen. We met Mr. Roger about 12 years ago. He and his wonderful wife have been our neighbors turned friends for over 10 years. They are the best. They come from the good generation of hard work, home grown fruits and veggies, and lending a hand whenever able. They are the reason that last summer, we had to keep an ey
There we were, sitting in the backyard while the sun was shining down on us and the hum of the blower to the giant waterslide I purchased for our children was making me sick to my stomach. What. On. Earth. When the slide was fully blown up, it reached the top of our second story deck. It was a monstrosity, and it's grandness made me sick to my stomach. To top off the afternoon, our children didn't even like this new water feature. The water was too cold. The slide(s) were too fast. The pool in the bottom was too deep for one and too shallow for another. I had immediate buyers remorse. For about a year, I had been trying to convince the hubby that a playset would be a great addition to our backyard. He wasn't super keen on the idea, but he came around to it about a month and half earlier. We actually decided to have people chip-in for it as birthday gifts to our one year old if they asked for ideas. Well, a month had passed since her birthday, and still, no playset. There