By: Ginger Hughes When God gave me you… He knew my heart would swell to overflowing. He knew I’d love you from the sight of those first pink lines, the sound of that first heartbeat, the feel of those first kicks. When God gave me you… He knew my heart would break into a thousand … More When God Gave Me You
At times we get on each other’s nerves. We love each other, don’t get me wrong. We’re a good team, best friends even. We agree wholeheartedly on the important things in life. We enjoy each other’s company and love to laugh together. But sometimes, we annoy each other. Sometimes, we hurt each other’s feelings. Sometimes, … More Love, Life, and Coffee Mugs
You didn’t know I held you in the night. You woke up to go potty and called for me. You were so sleepy that once you finished I picked you up and carried you back to your room. You instantly fell asleep on my shoulder as I walked the short distance back to your bed, … More When Time Stands Still
Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen the world through a … More Dear Son,
My boots echoed on the Target floor, a steady tapping with each step. I remember thinking to myself, as long as I can hear that tap, at least I know I’m still moving forward. It was Christmas, and the months leading up to this season had been filled with unexpected sorrow, grief, and turmoil. I … More When Holidays Are Hard
Is anyone else ready to jump off this sweet Summer time bandwagon and move on towards Fall? Maybe it’s just me, but I’m tired. Tired of Summer. Tired of trying to come up with creative things for the kids to play. Tired of pretending to be a cat, a horse, or any type of animal … More Saturated With Summer; Ready For A Change
Though we’ve never met, you reminded me of something tonight. I can wake in the morning, hug my babies, and yes, probably hear sibling squabbles, because you, and so many others like you, are willing to pay a very high price so that we can live in freedom.
“Thank you,” doesn’t seem to say enough, yet really, what more can I say? Except maybe this… … More Dear Soldier,
