I guess I’m a lot of things: a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a crafter, a cook, a reader, a writer, a homemaker, a pianist, and probably a lot more too. But at the end of the day, I’m just a Christian trying to find and obey God’s will.
Last evening, around 6:30, Jameson and I rolled into the little town of Madrid. (Thanks, Dad, a million times over. I mean, really. What a dad.)
I have no pictures of our last 48 hours spent with my family, because, well, things are busy here on weekends. Busy and crazy and loud and populated and coming [...]
Tomorrow is our last day in Maine. How time flies.
This has been a very nice visit. Strolling through the Old Port, dinner at Flatbread Pizza, ice cream at Beal’s, dinner at Papa’s, a day over at Rebecca’s with lots of play time for Jameson and Cam, the Cumberland Fair, and a trip up to Great [...]
Nana Dunphey: gives generous kisses, is always smiling, and calls us all, “Dear.” (…with no New England accent, either; she’s from good ol’ New York state!)
Bob: laughs at my jokes — when he gets them!
Mom J: is wonderfully well! She lets me know in countless ways how happy she is to have me, and happily [...]
“Aubrey doesn’t just need healing, she needs a miracle.”
Pray for Aubrey today.
We’re here, in Maine. We flew from San Francisco to Atlanta, and from there into Portland. I’m not a fan of flying, but if there was anything enjoyable, it was seeing the beautiful East Coast beneath us. New Jersey gives way to Long Island’s distinct shape — then Connecticut to Boston to Cape Cod. Then [...]
I’m leaving tomorrow for 10 days in Maine, followed by 10 days in NY. I’m not packed, the house is not clean (quite the opposite, actually), and I don’t even have a list of what I need to have with me when I board the plane. So I shouldn’t be sitting here, posting to my [...]
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. Read more »My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I’m the oldest of 9 kids–and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They’re actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I’ve joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been “leaving-and-cleaving” for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you’ll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too–hundreds of them–should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I’m a stay at home mom who is redefining that title–I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil’ ol’ town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband’s encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, “He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,…”, and sometimes, that’s all a wife needs.
