A Mommy Is Made has been on hiatus for awhile.
Not because I didn't want to write. But because I just haven't had the time. Or the energy. Or the patience.
But it's a season of hope and joy and giving and love. A season of believing.
I'm reminded of that every time I look at my children. Every morning that Mackenzie runs downstairs, anxiously searching for the Elf on the Shelf.
She cooked him breakfast this morning. And was delighted to find that -- after several hours -- the Elf had eaten everything she had prepared for him. The apple juice, the milk, the vegetables, the fruit, the pasta... I can go on and on.
