Well, our home has resumed to normal (at least until I leave for Uganda)… fighting, laughter, spontaneous dance parties, wrestling matches. It’s all back.
Life has definitely returned to what it was. Kids. Work. House. Dating. Juggling it all.
If I close my eyes I can still see India, but it’s starting to fade. We talk about it less and less and I miss it. Continue reading
Just in case, dear friends, it looks like I have it all together… I don’t.
Just in case you (like me) have a tendency to fill in perfect for others… I am not. Continue reading
Well, it’s time…
“What! Didn’t you just get back and now you are leaving again?”
Yes, yes I did.
Yes, yes I am. Continue reading
So I have taken to spinning, as in bicycles that don’t go anywhere.
Ever since I broke my pelvis three years ago, it’s ben tough to run, so I have had to look for new ways to get my sweat on. Now, before you ask if I have tried Pilates or Yoga and how wonderful those are, let me say, No. Like, really no. Continue reading
One hundred and one posts. Continue reading
So this is Musaed and my gang and friends and me, acting all crazy, because I can’t possibly take a normal picture, not while eating smores. Nope, just not possible. I’m simply too happy with all that chocolate and marshmallow goodness.
I want to share his story with you… Continue reading
I know I said I would share Musaed’s story on my next post, but I lied. Okay, I didn’t really lie. I started it and am working on it, but I need to write this first.
I was at the gym this morning, a wonderful place to be after having four straight days with my little team. I love them, like crazy love them, but don’t we all need breaks, dear sisters? And I, was in desperate need of a little sweaty time where I could just stick on my music and not think. No thinking, just sweating. Continue reading