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Us For Each Other

by Kirstin Ricketts | Jun 10, 2019 | Home Sweet Home, The Blog

As we find ourselves in the throes of summer, it can be time to look at each other in the eyes and declare a plan. I remember a morning when the kids were younger, looking in the rear-view mirror of the car and saying, “Guys, there are a lot of us, and this is...

We Like To Be Together

by Kirstin Ricketts | Jun 7, 2019 | All The Things, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

As we head into these summer weeks, our narrative will set the tone. “We like to be together,” is choosing a mindset of joy and contentment in the people you are around. Only you can claim your mindset, and as you choose it over and over, it will set the culture of...

Capturing Glimpses

by Kirstin Ricketts | Jun 3, 2019 | All The Things, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

If I want to have a relationship with my kids, I have to choose not to tune out when my immediate attention isn’t needed which can be difficult because as moms our care seems to be needed so often. As I sit working on my computer while my kids watch a Sunday night...

Big Dreams

by Kirstin Ricketts | May 20, 2019 | Faith Matters, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

Time seems to be relative, and this is especially true for young kids. As the school year comes to a close, I can’t figure out where it went…yet my kids think that a single-digit number of days is an eternity. This morning after dropoff Samantha asked me...

This Is May

by Kirstin Ricketts | May 15, 2019 | Faith Matters, Home Sweet Home, The Blog

I may have had too many kids. I’m not quite sure what to do about it, and couldn’t tell you which one I would vote off the island, but I’m just saying this past week I felt like I may have had too many. Somewhere between the start of baseball and the unending lists of...

What I Really Want For Mother’s Day

by Kirstin Ricketts | May 8, 2019 | Home Sweet Home, The Blog

Ok, these holidays. They kill me. Every year my husband asks me what I want for Mother’s Day and every year I say, “I want to be alone.” I end up with flowers on the countertop. Last year he plainly said, “You can’t be alone on Mother’s Day.” He thinks it is...