Homeschooling has been such an unexpected journey.
I began very unsure if it would be something I would continue. I held many false preconceived notions.
If my words were enough to describe the moments of love & learning being shared in our home, you would understand.
I love the “togetherness” of us – our family.
I love that we learn and read and grow together.
I love that I can teach them what I please and reinforce Godly habits in their lives.
I have a love/hate relationship with the chaos of a crazy messy house until 3pm every day.
I love that my 1st grader knows way more than I ever did about the hunters & gatherers, ancient Egypt, famous composers & artwork.
I love that he corrects my grammar and pronunciation.
I love that we all pile up with blankets and read classic literature.
I love that we were reading a Bible story and when the word “Mesopotomia” appeared, my son knew exactly where it was and that is was the first documented city on Earth.
I love that my kids have the opportunity to grow intellectually and spiritually in this way.
I love so much about it all. Especially, I love that the end result of such a challenging task is worthwhile.
Little bug with his two favorites.
#2 4th generation hand-me-down micky mouse pjs.
10 months old and she finally has teeth to brush.
She’s Oh So Proud!
Peeling it from her hands is a true task.