10/16/2026
There is something I love about autumn weather—the wind blowing and the leaves falling. 🍂
I’ve never been able to choose a favorite season, but I would probably say winter because of my fond childhood memories. A warm house heated with wood, reading books, doing schoolwork, and knitting. Those days felt so calm. We didn’t have to go anywhere except church, where I would see all my friends!
Now that I’m a mom, I find myself wishing I could give my children that same feeling—the warmth, the peace, and the simple joy of being home together.
Today I made a big pot of cheeseburger soup to take to Mom’s Group. I love soup!! There is something so uplifting about food and fellowship. A warm bowl of soup and time spent together feel like such simple, beautiful blessings.
Someday I dream of starting a soup kitchen to feed hungry people. A warm bowl of soup, a welcoming table, and a place where people feel cared for—that’s something I would love to offer. Until then, I’m thankful for opportunities to share food and fellowship with the people God puts in my life. ❤️ 🍁