Month: September 2025

Rolo got an extra-stuffed snuffle ball on her 8th birthday. And as you know, one year is like seven years to a dog. So Rolo is in midlife. The doctor said her well check results were all good “considering her age.” Her lady parts are more droopy, she’s slightly more grumpy, less playful and sleeps a ton.

I had no thoughts when we purchased little Rolo as a puppy that she and I would be in midlife changes together, but here we are. Enjoying our midlife together. I’m her favorite and sometimes she is mine🤣🤣🤣

Happy Birthday, Rolo!! I’m glad the kids begged and pleaded for you eight years ago!

She’s a professional napper. I send the college kids pics of her almost daily. It’s their favorite thing. 🐶🐾

What a fun time with the kids this weekend in Lynchburg. Mack and Brooke even drove from Wilmington, and I’m so glad they did.

We always buy them food, do some shopping, treat everyone to ice cream, listen to their stories, and we even got to attend a football game on Saturday. And of course church at Thomas Road was so encouraging!

Our air bnb was so private and peaceful. Loved spending time on the porch with coffee and The Word.

We also went to the bridal shower for Kylie! Her wedding is getting close!

Next time we’re at Liberty it will likely be for a double graduation! Until then….!!

We didn’t know Mack was coming home until Friday afternoon, but we’re glad we got to spend some time with him. He (like the girls both did) seemed sick as soon as he woke up Saturday morning. Those early weeks of freshmen year take it out of you I suppose. But he got lots of sleep and a couple of sauna sessions to help him feel better quicker.

Rolo was happy to see him, snack with him and sleep with him again!

We sent him back just now with a full gas tank, a freshly cleaned jeep, two pounds of breakfast sausage balls, a couple dozen chocolate chip cookies, a couple new shirts and shorts, and lots of other snacks. Oh and clean, dried, folded clothes.

What’s not to love about coming home???

I also read this and thought it was true and encouraging. I hope our kids know they are loved and supported no matter what season of life they’re in and whether they take our advice or not.

So while I didn’t plan to labor on Labor Day weekend, I did end up laboring—but it was a labor of love.

Now back to our empty nest life.