The Art of Holding Out Hope

  My boys wake up bouncing.  Literally.   Bouncing, often accompanied by singing.  Loud singing. Oh, and lots and lots of giggling.  And all this, sometimes (gasp!)... before 7:00 AM.  For me, a certified non-morning person, this kind of stinks. Sadly, rather than joining my boys in their morning exuberance, my first thoughts are usually… Continue reading The Art of Holding Out Hope