She made me a momma, that tiny little peanut of a girl. And now she’s almost eight. With an infectious laugh, melodramatic tendencies, tiny freckles across her nose, and wild tendrils of chestnut hair.
There was a Father-Daughter night at the church a couple weeks ago and it was an Olympics-themed event. Avelyn went as a figure skater and Steve as a hockey player.
There is just the teeniest hint of spring in the air and it’s making everything OK again.
There’s that old saying that goes like this, “Some people come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
Merry Christmas! Here’s to rosy cheeks, mulled wine and great memories.
We just got back from a week in the frigid prairies, visiting my mom and dad in Regina. (I had forgotten how AWFUL the winters are there. Really, there are no words to describe the horror.