This morning I am grateful for – bunk beds, brownies, bumbling through life, fresh baked bread, Blistec, brown eyes, bounce houses, Big Changes, big bags, bunches of begonias picked by bitty hands, broccoli, and being blessed.
So I promised to tell you about How are babies are not our own. Well, let me see if I can explain this the way I received it… A mentor of mine once said to me “your children come through you, but they are not you.” This was a concept that I had not heard […]