"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
Lauren is a city girl turned farm wife. She stays at home with her three small children and is the author of the blog "From Blacktop to Dirt Road" where she writes about faith, farm and old-fashioned home making.
“I wonder what it is she needs my help with now. I wish she could just start to do some stuff on her own so I could get a little more done around here,” I thought to myself.
"I walked into the room just in time to see my daughter whip her little body around on the floor, a look of terror on her face... the tears began to well up in her eyes."
"You know the ones. The family who gets there 10 minutes late only to leave 10 minutes early. The one who doesn’t even try to sit in the sanctuary but opts for the overflow chairs in the foyer."
