One Hour. 60 minutes. 3,600 seconds. It doesn’t seem like a long period of time, but come Sunday morning, it is the longest hour of my week. Every week we pull up to church and I have the highest hopes. Today is going to be the day we spend more time in church than outside….
Mother of three children under the age of four. Wife of one adorable, extremely supportive husband. Lover of caffeine, naps and a generously poured glass of cabernet. Writer of all things associated with this beautiful mess we call life. Storyteller of the good, the bad and the ugly of the everyday.