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On the back covered porch on the sunny morning, drinking hot coffee from two pink mugs, my neighbour and I chatted about life while our seven [girl] children played, laughed, climbed trees, cooled off with ice cold freezies and snacked on homemade chocolate chip cookies … vibrant-smelling lilacs decorated the yard and filled the air…
“Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, Lay a little egg for me … Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, I want one for my tea … I haven’t had an egg since breakfast, And now it’s half past three … So, chick, chick, chick, chicken, Lay a little egg for me.”
… if you’ve ever wondered how much heart your love could hold, have children … and then have a few more. You truly never run out of that gushing, mommy-loves-you-so-much-you-make-my-heart-burst kinda love … it’s an overflowing, everlasting well-spring … a desire to nurture, to care, to train up, to hold and cuddle, to sing to…
It was the year we had to pack up all our belongings and move nearly 4,500 km. from one side of this wide country to another. The year my family traveled in rusty green Oldsmobile in the sweaty, muggy days of summer, with no air conditioning, windows rolled down and hair flying in the wind……
“Once she stopped rushing through life …. she was amazed … … to see how much more life … she had time for …” {I cannot keep these two apart when naptimes are over … Lovelyn crawls straight into Leia’s crib and the party begins …} {First Easter for Leia} … Learning that my…