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One second before I can tap the remote control for my new truck, I pause and inhale deeply. The spring air…

“Whoa, Mama, you look pretty!” Noah says as he pauses in hitting his brother with his light saber. The boys spend…

“No, Freya, no one wants to see how many gummy worms you can cram into your mouth,” I tell our ten-year-old…

The bell above the door of Courage Cookies rings, announcing a new arrival. I dry my hands on my apron and…

“Stop hitting your brother with the pool noodle, Dax,” Jack says to our six-year-old from his place in the passenger seat…

“Lizzie! How did you get chocolate ice cream on your face again?” I finish fluffing the expensive throw pillows on the…

“They’ll be fine,” Nick reminds me as he wraps an arm around my waist and brings me close. He nods to…

“Up, mama,” Faith says to Derek. She’s eighteen months old and no matter how many times I’ve tried to tell her…

“Stop eating all the candy,” I tell Clay. He’s our little ten-year-old son and his job today is to help me…

“Are we there yet?” Lyla asks for the tenth time in the last hour. At nine, she’s capable of telling time,…

“Look at how small he is,” Brock remarks as he stares down at the sleeping baby in his arms. He’s holding…

“Someone has been telling my boys Santa Claus is a cowboy who leaves cow patties for bad little kids.” I side-eye…