The Waldron World
It is with excitement and sadness that we begin this countdown. We have approximately 6 months left until we leave South Africa. On our departure date, we will be just 2 months shy of our 10 year anniversary of moving to RSA. Our hearts are so deeply intertwined with the people, the places, the sea,…
The last time I was at a funeral of a child, I was a child. I am not sure how old I was, but it is one of those moments that has stuck in my mind forever.
Yes, I am a girl and I do occasionally squeal. Not often. There are two things that tend to make me squeal. One has to do with cockroaches. But that is not what this blog is about. Thankfully. The other is a more delightful sort of squeal – usually related to getting to spend time…
Laundry’s done. Dishes are in the drying rack. Clothes are ironed. Supper is hot. I am spoiled!!!!! Just to confirm what I heard most of my childhood years from my sweet brothers. “You are spoiled, Michelle!” Well, I certainly have been for the past few months!
Last week one of my passions in life was rekindled. Something that I thought was a closed door. I had let go… And then last week happens? What is God telling me? Is there a way that this door can be taken off its hinges and my dreams realised?
2016! Its an exciting year for us Waldrons! Big things are happening and we are buckling our seat belts for the ride! If you have a few minutes and want to get caught up on our news, please read on.
We were standing in a line of people in the Atlanta airport, waiting to board our next flight – on our way to Canada. Home for the holidays. Passports, bags, snacks, kids, husband, excitement…. I happened to look over to one of the other queues and noticed a carry-on bag sitting alone, unattended. If you…
I never quite understood why he needed to put ice in milk – milk that was already cold because it came straight from the refrigerator. But my daddy loved his milk with ice in it. For some reason that came up in conversation today. I was telling my kids about how my dad loved ice…
A friend of ours was murdered recently. I still can’t believe it.
When I first heard the word Whoonga, I immediately remembered Grade 6 and roller coasters. A friend of mine used to take me to one of the best amusement parks in our state and we would laugh until we cried on all the exhilarating rides. One of those rides…