I was having a conversation with a couple of women last night at a baby shower about our breakfasts.  One friend asked questions and seemed interested.  My other friend said, “How are we even friends?”  Haha. So I thought today would be a good day to share the info with…

My biggest regret in my life thus far is that I didn’t dream big enough. For many years, I only let myself think about really realistic goals that worked within my religion and my family.

My dad had us conducting Family Home Evening at a young age. Whomever was conducting would stand up and say “Welcome to Family Home Evening.” That phrase was often slurred, slaughtered, ran together, or mumbled. But my dad would make us repeat it, until “Welcome to Family Home Evening” was clear and coherent. Then Family Home Evening could begin.

Holy smokes! It is S week and it has been spontaneous and super and special and all kinds of superlatives.

So remember how I kinda neglected my husband on Christmas? Well, one of my readers, Marce, pointed out in the comments section: “Luckily Valentine’s Day is right around the corner…you have time for a re-do. “Awwhh, shoot! I thought I had a full year to pull myself together, but it turns out I only had 6 weeks. So I set my mind to work on Valentine’s Day for my HUBBY.

It is R week! And as fate would have it, I was responsible for Fairy Tale Friday at Croft’s school and our fairy tale was … Rumpelstilskin! R week ruled! Here we go…