Leaning into Advent
They were everywhere. Hundreds of Cheerios. Thankfully, the milk hadn't made its way near the bowls yet. Her seven-year-old eyes said it all, as I rushed around the kitchen. Wiping. Vacuuming. Gathering. There was so much…
They were everywhere. Hundreds of Cheerios. Thankfully, the milk hadn't made its way near the bowls yet. Her seven-year-old eyes said it all, as I rushed around the kitchen. Wiping. Vacuuming. Gathering. There was so much…