As we were settling into our row last Sunday, my youngest swished my skirt, gave me a squinty-eyed once over, and then said, “You look like that American Girl doll.” Still not clear if he thought that was a good or bad thing? I never know with him. So, here I am in all my
October 1st. I can’t believe it. It’s been almost a year since we lost our beloved Grandpa. I think it’s because our lives were so full of him this time last year, that these past few weeks have felt a little more achey. The children talk about him often, though no longer followed with heartbreaking sobs. I’ve wondered
Aaaand right one cue, it turned dutifully cold enough for sweaters, and building fires. Hello, beautiful fall!! My favorite time of year (which lasts through the New Year)….. So, here’s what we all wore to church last Sunday. Plus, I shopped and linked a bunch of metallic skirt + oxford shoe options for ya (which