Packing up and moving a family is stressful; doing it while nine months pregnant made me downright cranky.
There’s a beautiful turn of phrase in the Greek language that I adore. When someone in our village didn’t recognize me, they didn’t ask, “Who are you?”Instead, they inquired, “Whose are you?”
Birthdays, anniversaries… what I love about milestones is the opportunity to reflect. Where have we been and where are we going?
