There is one fall tradition I’ve managed to hang on to every year without fail: making a fall wreath. Yesterday my sweet friend, Kacey, and I got together for some fall crafting. It was so relaxing and the perfect way to bring in the season.
About a year ago, God began nudging me about my relationships with the mothers in my life. I am the oldest child, born fiercely independent with a natural mothering instinct (read bossy, protective, and at times overly nurturing). During my growing up years, I always wound the “mom” of my peer group, with little siblings, neighbors, or friends marching behind me.
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