I don’t know who invented the S’more, but tonight I’m kinda glad about it. I like to make them indoors this time of year. It’s too cold outside! Plus, I’m not trying to build a fire when I can make a perfectly good flame with my gas stovetop. After the girls went to bed, I made two. Then, I ate them. Quietly. Alone. That’s a good night and I’m grateful for it. To read the series from the beginning, go here.

I’ll let the pictures speak today. Here I am before and after hair care. I’m so very grateful for it. To read this series from the beginning, start here.

  I saw my optometrist and my dentist this week. It was time for my routine checkups. I’ll see my general practitioner after the new year for the same reason. And I’m blessed that these are just routine checkups and nothing is wrong. Yesterday, I had a long talk with a coworker whose husband has been battling cancer for some years now. He has good days. He has bad days. During Thursday Night Football this week the NFL spent a lot of time talking about Leah, the 4-year-old daughter of a Bengals player who is also ill with cancer. Every where you turn, there are so many examples and instances of…