It's that time of year...again, except this time will be the last time. I'm planning for our last year of homeschooling. My youngest will be starting her senior year. I have many mixed emotions about this. I've known this day would be arriving. I've scrambled my brain with thoughts of, "What will I do with myself when we graduate her?" amongst other frantic ponderings. This has been my life for 20 years. Twenty. TWENTY!!! I have a hard time wrapping my head around this number. Thankfully, I have put some thought into transitioning into another stage in life. Of course, she will still need me. She graduates at 17. Since I have four other children who are grown ups, and they still need me, I know she will also. I'm not completely sad. I'm only somewhat sad. It's actually exciting. I'm excited to see her mature over the next year. I'm even excited to see myself mature. My plan is to enjoy every last moment of teaching my daughter at home...
My fingers are itching to sew. With all the new babies all around me, my creative side wants to make every cute thing I see. I've managed to do a little but that is how much time I have...little. It's just one of those busy seasons in life. Not the sports season kind of busy (yet) but the season of life kind of busy. My list-making self also has a ton of homemade Christmas gift ideas that will more than likely not happen. I love the holidays but this year they will be a little different. Not a bad kind of different. Just different. We have spent almost twenty years forming our family traditions. I love the way we spend Thanksgiving. Usually, with the exception of only a couple of years, we are all together. The seven of us enjoy our traditional Thanksgiving dinner and spending the day together. Most years we enjoy watching my husband put up our Christmas tree. He is very picky and doesn't let us help. Lol This task has involved anything from power tools to well, whatever he...
I was one year old in 1970. This was the year our most cherished family tradition began for me. Of course I can’t remember that particular annual family reunion, but several during that decade ar e etched in my heart memories forever. Each year the entire family on my Daddy’s side, gathered in the small Texas town of Stephenville . My grandmother, Mamma w , only saw her extended family , the third weekend in June, annually. As much as I loved actually attending the reunion , part of the excitement for me as a young girl, was the long road trip itself. Mammaw always rode wi th us. One of our traditions was that I would always sit in her lap during the car ride. This was long before the requirement of seat belts . The most memorable trips included a stops along the way. One year we stopped in Glenrose , Texas at Dinosaur Valley. I w ill always treasure the snapshots fr...
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