A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I celebrated five years of marriage. We had an awesome night! It included some live music, some drinks, awesome food, and a couple of fun gifts. But the most exciting thing that we did that night was share some pretty open and deep conversations. Now don't get … Continue reading five
My husband and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day. Perhaps it's because we never really have. Perhaps it's because it almost feels "forced" to do something on a certain day (I'm a rebel, what can I say?). Perhaps it's because, like many American holidays, the day has become known more as a "Hallmark" holiday instead of … Continue reading V Day
I posted this a week ago, and I have to admit... it isn't all true. We did survive. It will be a cake walk 😉 And yes! Thank you Lord - it was one of the best months of my life. But... It was not the hardest. Not at all. Actually, not even close. It's been … Continue reading Truth Time
**Author's Note: I suppose I need to make a decision on whether or not to blog, journal, notate, create, brainstorm, list, and the like on paper, in journals, in planners, or on a blog. Besides, if I am not going to actually publish these “thoughts,” (which I won’t publish ALL thoughts - too boring…) then … Continue reading On Contentment
Every Memorial Day, I end up with a heavier heart than I expect. Because, yes, it is nice to have a day off... and another day with my husband and children together as a family. And yes, it is always fun to get together to swim or eat hamburgers and hot dogs with friends or … Continue reading In Memoriam
Note: I wrote this note to myself a while back (with pen and paper - imagine!), and I never published it. Back-dated to 5/9/16 Dear Stephanie, Yes, I used your first name in full. This is serious. Pay attention. You are a good mom. Stop telling yourself otherwise. Smile. Be grateful. Do stuff. Have some … Continue reading Dear Me
As soon as I got out, I heard him. I rushed from the shower to grab my robe. My 12-week-old baby was crying... nay, screaming, downstairs. My mother was doing her best to help, but he was. not. having. it. Towel wrapped around my head, robe on, I ran down to comfort him. He seemed … Continue reading My only outfit.