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The three-page list of school supplies was daunting. Of course, there were the regular culprits: "pencils, scissors, and glue." But as my eyes continued skimming down the list, "painted beans?"

The letter “e” was not quite sure which word it wanted to belong to, which
consequently left the letter “u” solitarily floating in the bottom right corner.

It was Christmas morning in 1999. My siblings and I eagerly gathered on the
living room floor, awaiting our parents. Twinkling lights adorned every corner,
and the gingerbread houses from the evening before proudly stood on the kitchen
table alongside my mother’s famous assortment of Christmas cookies.

The cool November evening ushered us in, and we squeezed into the pew for the
first time as a family of five. As the Thanksgiving Praise service began, I mentally
started to tick through the many blessings of this year.

At five and four, both boys believe themselves to be avid bakers. The emphasis on that sentence should definitely be on the word “believe." So one afternoon, Landon and Nana decided to make pumpkin spice cookies. I partially listened in from the other room as Landon commentated. Suddenly, and with great enthusiasm, Landon exclaimed, 'Turbo speed!' This was quickly followed by the undeniable sound of an electric mixer being turned to full-blast, which was then followed by the sound of my mom gasping in shock

It's birthday month in our house. I believe every family has one. You know, the month when it seems like every uncle, brother, and cousin was born. As a child, I thought this was the best month, with never-ending candy from all the colorful piñatas