I told Jonas yesterday that, ever since my 19th birthday, I’ve celebrated every single one of my birthdays with his Daddy. He grinned. He flashed me a thumbs-up. Then he solemnly observed, “That’s a LOT of birthdays.” Yeah, little guy, it totally is. I’m okay with that. This is 33,
We had been dating for sixteen months when Groundhog Day 2001 rolled around. That night, we went to the movies to see “The Wedding Planner,” and when we got back to the Hill there were still a few hours until curfew. We were hanging out in my room, watching CSI:
For the last ever-so-many months, we’ve been saying we should take advantage of our newfound surplus of time and money by getting a babysitter and heading out for some time alone. We moved here in July. We got a recommendation for a sitter and went out in August on a
MICHELLE NEBEL
I write about faith and theology, family and organizational tips. Always a planner at heart, I’m also a Bible study teacher and community volunteer. This is where I share a glimpse of my life, and I hope you’ll find the thoughts here encouraging!
