Legend has it that when my Grandma Kocherhans was asked how she got 11 kids ready for church on time, her reply was, “I start getting ready on Monday.”

Ssh. I have a secret to tell you. I am sort of glad summer is almost over. Don’t get me wrong, I love summer, but I also love when it is over because that means back to schedules, routines, and weekly traditions. One of my favorite weekly traditions that I am excited to get back to is our Family Game Night.

I first knew I was not going to be a normal mom when I attended my first birthing class. We had to meet with a partner and tell her what we loved most about being pregnant. We broke off in pairs. She told me her reason and I told her mine.

I have been intrigued by the principle of hope for some time. Partially because I can’t quite figure her out and to be honest with you I may understand her even less than I did before I started studying for this talk. But hope also intrigues me because I can relate to her. Hope is the misunderstood, middle sister.

Dinner went as usual last night. Elle and Crew enjoyed it and asked for seconds while Croft whined that she hated fish, took one bite of her corn on the cob, claimed she wasn’t hungry, and refused to eat anything.

Locke turned 3 last week which means that he has to transition from his current speech therapy to our local school district’s services. I took him into our district to be evaluated for placement and a little to my surprise, they were worried about more than just his speech.