Because it’s therapeutic just to journal about the day. Because in the thinking back, we can let go and find the beauty in our mundane. Because, in an effort to find significance where I am right now. It’s that place where kids are small and messes are big and none of us know what we’re doing. This morning, I woke up to a seven-year-old who had to go the bathroom and was eager to read The Boxcar Children. He said…
These little treats have been my favorite breakfast food lately, and most of my children also love them (all of my children love them, except for the one who won’t believe me when I tell him that plain Greek yogurt + jelly/honey/maple syrup is the same thing as those little cups of Fage yogurts he eats, except without the tiny tube of jelly you get to fold over and squeeze. Sometimes it really is all about the packaging for him.) It started…