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  • Spilled Milk

    We have a saying in our house: We don’t cry about spilled milk. As you can imagine, with four boys (ages 6 and under) there are a lot of things spilled. Especially when you have tiny humans who are just… Continue reading

  • The Heartbreak

    It was the summer after I turned six. My dad was offered a job transfer, and he accepted. My family made the long trip from Texas to Northern Indiana. It was then that we met the Holyfields. It is interesting… Continue reading

  • Beginning Again

    We just returned from a family vacation. Our vehicle stinks. Literally smells. That will happen after four boys all come down with some type of stomach sickness while on the road. “These are the Good ole Days,” is posted on… Continue reading