
This is how we do it. Harvest. Play. Love. Eat. Sing. (This week it’s Carrie Underwood. I think I might be raisin’ a country girl.)

After dropping Reece at camp yesterday, the ride home was quiet and unnatural. There was no arguing. No yelling. No “Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeece” as Cache likes to yell, anytime he does something displeasing to her. It was hard for me to look in the back seat, for every time I did, I would see puddled green eyes…

What. A. Day. It was rise and shine for the Davis’s. Full of enthusiasm, energy, lots of whistling…………… Whenever I hear whistling in the house, I know it’s going to be a great day. A sign of happiness and feeling care free. ERRRRRRRRCH!!!!!!!!! (sounds of cars screeching) Well, I had hopes of posting a magical…

I remember my childhood with my grandparents vividly. Both sides. I remember eating at the same, incredible, hole in the wall, mexican restaurant every time we would visit. My Grandpa Bob would give me one quarter to spend in the vending machine. I’ve been doing this since I was in diapers. Tradition has changed a…