I remember my dad always saying “Don’t cry over spilt milk” (I think everyone’s parents said that at least once or twice). It’s true!
In lieu of the font, I will continue to try to write the words I mean (trust me on this, it is a daily challenge).
If the spirit of a gift is to make the recipient happy … and passing it on makes you happy … well, mission accomplished!
Sometimes, we can’t muster up the courage to make the decision, so we suffer the consequences of making the wrong one. Yesterday was that tough decision.
Sure the plots are agonizingly similar and some of the acting isn’t the greatest, but they’re universally sweet reminders of the joy of the season
... for the most part, snow globes are all about magic.
I still remember the stories I learned that day.
Those aren't surprises. They are little, brightly colored boxes of torture!
By the end of the day, she’d snagged a few little items deemed worthy and small enough to fit into her suitcase.
I was thinking about family recently - and not just the ones who are with us, but those who are gone.