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Category: Call me mom
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TG's soccer team clinched the title of STYSA Western Division champs yesterday. My soccer mom days are winding down, but they're going out in style at the State tournament this coming weekend! The Western Division tournament this past weekend was like the fireworks before the grand finale. The games scheduled for Saturday were rained…
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It's ironic. Growing up, I didn't dream of being a mother. I preferred toy guns, my bicycle, and stuffed animals over baby dolls. When I peered into my future, I pictured a college degree and some kind of unconventional career, like architect, archaeologist or journalist. Never teacher or nurse. I didn't think about getting married…
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I'm surrounded by my family, scrambling to get ready for services at my parents' Baptist church. Daniel forgot a nice shirt…I think he's borrowing one of my dad's. I was smart – I got up early to get first dibs on the bathroom so I could be ready and out of the frenzy. One more…
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First to Mass for Palms and blessings…next to the Hope House for silly songs and smiles…next soccer with sunshine and celebration (I'm optimistic – they're two for two)…and finally BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN for singing, dancing, memories, and celebrating TWO 50th birthdays with our friends George and Karen. This will be my third "date" with Brucie…the first was…
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"Where are you going, my little one, little one? Where are you going, my baby my own? Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four, turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door." This song (originally sung by Harry Belafonte) is the background music to my life these days as…
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…you have redeemed the world. Kendall and I slipped into a back row during the second station – a little late, but not too much. Tommy had called, delaying me leaving the house. It's hard to say goodbye to a son you rarely see. But I hadn't attended Stations of the Cross yet this Lenten season…
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A new weekend is knocking on the door and I feel like I just said goodbye to the last one…it was a whole month's worth of faces, fun, and emotion packed into a few short days. It was a weekend of family and friends - Tom's brother Kenny and his wife Cathy drove in from Wichita, Kansas on Thursday. Their future…
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That's what we were all wondering when Daniel carried the baby squirrel home, curled up in a little ball in the palm of his hand. He had taken the dogs (and Frankie) for a walk. Near the curve, Frankie spotted something in the woods. Daniel and the dogs went to investigate, but before Daniel…
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