Yup, I made it to 16 without ever being kissed. Well, that is if you don’t count the kiss through the tent window screen when I was 10, or the kiss “dare” my 10th grade year in boarding school where Cory Fortner laid one on me. At least I think he did. I remember the dare. I remember the hype….
Little Men
Sometimes someone grabs your heart and doesn’t let go. That is what these little men are that to me.
1,3 and 6
Those are the grades my 3 children have now started. Here in South Africa, the school year goes from January to December with 2 long breaks and 2 short breaks in between the 4 terms. School is very formal here….
New Years Greeting 2014
I am fully aware that it is now almost February! 😉 But we sent this out via e-mail in early January. Just thought I should maybe post it on here in case any one did not receive it via e-mail.
Sofa
We attend a great church here in Amanzimtoti, South Africa. Oasis Church is a mix of black, white and Indian believers in Jesus. We worship in many different languages and have both an English pastor and a Zulu one. Carl and I have both been involved in many areas of church life over the past…
Fish face
That is what Marae is painting on this beautiful little face! A fish! And that was her very serious request! To be a fish! Gills, fins, and fun! This was Marae’s first ever attempt at face painting! And she was pretty doggone good at it too!! Read on for a little background story about the…
Mom, mother, mama, mema, mommy, ma, mudder
What do you call your mom? Well, I call mine “Super-Mom!”
Baba
Baba means “daddy” in zulu. I am blessed beyond measure to have a wonderful baba. I know that many people cannot say that. Recently I heard a talk about fathers in which statistics were cited that made me shudder. More than half of all children grow up with an absent father – either physically or…
Ticks.
Um. Not my most favorite topic. I have quite a disdain for ticks! I remember as a child helping my mom pick ginormous ticks off of our dogs and then squash them on the driveway, leaving little blood stains all over our drive. Gross, eh? I sort of enjoyed doing it as a child –…
on to the kitchen – my life#10
Welcome back to my home! Well, at least in a virtual sense. I would so love to host any of you who would like to visit! And perhaps this little tour through my life will entice a few of you to come our direction! 🙂









