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erin

I'm Erin Jo. I'm thinking, writing, dreaming, mothering, loving, living, praising, BLESSED to be Fiona to my Shrek and Mommy to my four amazing kiddos.

dave

dave

Shrek is "like an onion with many layers" but has a heart of gold. He's my husband and my friend, and we just get better all the time.

lily

lily

Lily is my first baby and only girl. She's smart, funny, tall and kind. Keeping up with this girl is a challenge and a joy. She's terrific!

max

max

Max is one part ogre, two parts lover and all boy! Our little man has a temper but gives the best hugs of anyone I know!

colby

colby

Colby is as ornery as he looks. He flirts shamelessly, even with strangers. He's all mouth and curls and the loudest by far.

luke

luke

Luke is the baby of the family, but holds his own. He's happy and adorable. And he's a terrible sleeper. =)

What We Carry


I have to say, I am feeling a little rough.

The sore throat, yeah, and a stuffiness in both ears. But it’s more the hormones, I think. Out of whack! And yet I’m pushing myself through it. Only eleven sleeps ’til Christmas! And I do have a lot to do, but I’m trying to do it in a slow, enjoy-the-ride kind of way. I’m hoping this loveliness doesn’t all end in a mad acceleration to complete the race. But my gut says slow and steady, and, after all this time, I’ve learned to trust my gut.

So it hurts to yawn, and I’m yawning. I think I’ll let the pictures tell the stories tonight. But first, I want to tell you that I was watching a kids Christmas show–with my kids, of course–and I heard the following line, which has been with me all week in spite of the urgent last-chance sale emails, the lack of my outdoor Christmas decorations, the realization that we may not see a flake of snow before or on Christmas…..

“Christmas is what we carry in our hearts.”

It isn’t the gifts, the holiday bling, the car with the red bow on top. It’s love, family, friends, memories. It’s Jesus, faith and hope.




Christmas is the look on our believing eight-year-old’s face as Santa climbed aboard our car of the Santa Train….

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