Dear Lindsey,
original letter (2/26/12): I am so worried! Three months ago, Nate (11) was asked to be a guest-player at a very high level soccer tournament in Virginia 12 days from now. Although twice as many apply, only 350 teams are allowed to compete in this nationally ranked weekend.
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Dear Lindsey,
Some time near my son’s first birthday, he had a deadly allergic reaction to his first taste of milk. Welts decorated the quickly swelling skin, changing the proportions of his facial Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
I love it when my children say random sentences. They are like little gifts of smiles for me
Random Thoughts
from God. These were so random! I mean, picture a child sitting at the kitchen table coloring, and out pops the thought, “God can see your underwear.” So funny! I only wish I had had access to a pen every time, before their funny words slipped my mind. Feel free to share any from your own children in the comments section. Here are some favorites I remember:
– “If you didn’t have lips, you couldn’t say ‘p,’ you could only say, ‘t’.”
– “I think this is when tornadoes like to come out.”
– In a prayer, “Dear God, Sorry I sometimes say ‘yuk’ when the food comes.”
– “Are honeymoons fun?”
– “You have to love everyone. Even the evil-est 80-yr-old lady.”
– “God can see your underwear.”
– “Wouldn’t it be cool if pigs laid eggs?”
– “Why does everyone want to see Old Faithful? Who cares about volcanoes?”
I hope your day is full of smiles! -Terri
Dear Lindsey,
In the car one day, I overheard my son, J.R. (6), say to his older brother: “My heart always hurts SO MUCH until I say I’m sorry when I need to.”
The doctor asked my friend’s father, in his dying days, if there was anything he could do to make these days more comfortable. The elderly man replied, “Do you have anything that takes away a guilty conscience?” Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
A friend asked me for a few recipes. When I started to type her the personal email, I thought you might enjoy the recipes as well. Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
Trying to get out the door for travel soccer for my older two has always been a challenge- especially when my younger two were toddlers.
Once on the way out the door, I heard a cry, “Mom, I need your help!” from the upstairs Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
Tuesday (coincidentally the day after I had written you regarding the underwear fire), I left three children for a few hours in the morning, while I went to a friend who was dealing with news of the unexpected loss of her father.
When I returned, a Brady crime scene was underway. Water was pouring out of the light canister in the ceiling of the first floor. I walked past to find the two male culprits Continue reading
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Dear Lindsey,
A decade ago, we were excited to have moved into our new home in Grand Blanc, Michigan. Moving from a 40-year-old house to this 2-yr-old Parade of Homes champion was a blessing indeed. The realtor had pointed out the beautiful cathedral ceiling entryway, adorned by a chandelier of “real crystals and 14-karat-gold plating” which matched the sconces on the sidewalls. I had never owned something so “fancy.” A balcony bridge on the second floor was visible just beyond, so upstairs onlookers could see people at the front door, or look down to the Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
Have you ever had one of those nights when you can’t sleep? There have been times when I have fallen asleep in exhaustion, only to lie awake a few hours later, because the conflicting thoughts are back into my head. 2:18am, 3:18am, 4:18, maybe I should just get up…no! I’m tired! I doze before the morning alarm rings, but wonder, “Did I ever sleep?” I think my body collapsed and my mind stayed vigilant all night. Read the rest of this letter
“The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.” – Mark Twain
Dear Lindsey,
I took three of my kids to the dentist this week- the normal every 6 months habit. We walked into the waiting room, books in hand. (Aside: I really believe if I bring my book, my wait is less. If I forget my book, the wait is longer. It is like a Murphy’s Law for me!) The television had been playing to an empty room, and was set to a morning talk show. A commercial came on with a famous female commentator asking a woman, “Did you kiss her? Did you like it?” I had no idea what was coming, but I quickly jumped up to turn off Read more of this letter
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