by Molly Huggins | Sep 12, 2014 | Aha Moments, Faith, Jamester, Photos
If you’ve come here from a link, I republished this here … I’d love for you to read it. We spilled out onto the beach overflowing with umbrellas, buckets, chairs, and all the detritus that comes along with a family of five setting up camp in the...
by Molly Huggins | Aug 9, 2014 | Jamester, Mommy Heart, Photos, The Dailies
To my best girl … on {or about } your seventh birthday. I prayed about this letter … I couldn’t even write it on your actual birthday because it is overwhelming to think of all the words I want to say to you. I could talk about being beautiful on the...
by Molly Huggins | Jan 8, 2014 | Aha Moments, Army Life, Blogging, Faith, Grief, Jamester, Original J, Our Story, Photos
Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of one of my best friends. Eight years. If you are a regular reader, or a Facebook friend, you already know that. If you’d like to read more about her, feel free to click here. You know what surprised me about yesterday? I’m...
by Molly Huggins | Oct 10, 2013 | Army Life, Faith, Jamester, Mommy Heart, Our Story, Uncategorized, Wee Man
{More Five Minute Friday in which I take longer than five minutes. Also, because I was typing most of this one handed while nursing, I was forced to do some significant editing so it didn’t look like a drunk monkey wrote this. Linking up with some lovely women...
by Molly Huggins | Sep 21, 2013 | Army Life, Jamester, Mommy Heart, Second Son, Thankful, The Dailies, Wee Man
We went to a nearby pumpkin patch tonight. I thought to myself … “Oh, it’s near sunset, what a perfect time to take pictures of my always cooperative and ever-so-charming offspring.” … Yeah. That ALWAYS turns out well. Without further...
by Molly Huggins | Sep 19, 2013 | Army Life, Faith, Jamester, Mommy Heart
{Editor’s note: Husband-an Army pilot-is away for training and we are preparing for his upcoming deployment. His leaving is only temporary, thank goodness, but the J Girl is taking it h.a.r.d.} She’s in my bed now, with her mass of sweaty curls, sleeping in her...
