We redid some photos…in our home….with more bright colors and stripes….much better than the ones I cried at….enjoy!
An oldie but a goodie: ”If you don’t have anything kind to say, don’t say anything at all.” (A variety of even harsh truths can be said in kindness.) This applies to those who have a daily changing body due to making a whole new soul for our world. Pregnancy is such a ride. And [...]
Infertility was part of our lives for a better part of 4 years. For our first son 7 years ago…and then thinking for a few years after that – he was our first and last. Painful. Hard. Longings unfulfilled. A funeral each month. Sad. And now I am in the middle of a much more [...]
Four minutes and fifty five seconds. One woman’s journey on beauty. Several striking statements. Take a single look. (from a dear blogging friend…you can answer 3 questions after) The Seduction of Inadequacy I think media has warped my view on pregnancy these bigger days. On life-making and life-carrying and life-giving. We just shot some maternity [...]
This same time last year I wrote a post titled Parenting Despair on the realities of anger in my home. You can click on it and see where I was. Since that time with my friend and counselor, I have put into place 3 habits and practices that have been quite helpful in not flipping a lid [...]
banal. humdrum. blah. plodding. mediocre. mundane. The synonyms to “pedestrian” are the daily grind. Get up. Coffee. Workout. Shower. Work (home, semi-home, office, classroom, hospital, factory, cubical). Home. Dinner. Extra curricular activity thing (sometimes). Relax. Bed. Exciting. Extraordinary. Unusual. Uncommon. Interesting. Different. I even capitalized the antonyms….subconsciously. Because they are better, more fun, [...]
1 – the number of times a day, at least, I have cried in the past month. Pregnancy? Hormones? Who knows? Yep. 5 – the number of snow days Robby had last week. I actually have done a ton of reflecting on our family time. Robby learned to tie shoes, draw a star, Olive was [...]
I’ve got some barely prayers these days. The kind that barely get out and up and toward God. They are little and reaching and hardly in a quiet place; they compete in the noise of my mind and my life. They are looking out the window, in the shower, picking up small legos on my [...]