This post is sponsored by OneDay.com. I have always been a curator. Ever since I was small, I loved keeping records of memories. I was a stellar diary-keeper and an impeccable pen-pal. I saved everything. I made books and collages and loved hanging pictures in my room. Eventually, I became a scrap-booker . . . keeping detailed books full of photos, ticket stubs, and other momentos.  I'm pretty good at capturing photos of my kids. I have to admit, though, that I'm NOT so good . . .

This post was sponsored by Crazy 8.   Before I had children, I had grand visions of what my life as a mom would look like. It involved a home straight out of a design magazine, with hip furnishings and organic wooden toys. It involved children whose style was a perfect mix of bohemian chic and preppy cute. There was probably a meadow involved. We were probably eating homemade granola. This vision was so lovely, so ready for Pinterest. . . so perfect.AND THEN I HAD CHILDREN.As it turns out, . . .

By a random set of circumstances, I had the opportunity to sing at the last service of a very old, very traditional church this Sunday, accompanied by a huge pipe organ. Like many older churches across America, this church struggling to sustain itself, and a partnership has been developed with a younger church that will merge both the building and the services. This transition will be good in the long run - it was probably the best solution - but this traditional service will be no . . .