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I have had the honor, once again, of watching a hummingbird nest through my kitchen window. I was surprised, after weeks of watching the mama bird, to see two small beaks sticking out of the nest one day. I watched … Continue reading
We celebrated Riley’s life with the things he loved best: family, friends, chipotle, Chevelles, and Chuck E Cheese (okay, he didn’t love chuck E Cheese BEST, at least not as an adult). It was a hard day, but we were … Continue reading
This post is not about a baby (!!). It’s about me. While I could wax poetic for paragraphs about how I have changed as a person, I’m not going to share that here. That’s for me to know (and Jesus. … Continue reading
I have days that are harder than others. Today, for example, is a hard day. While most days pass without tears, today I have felt like crying since the morning. Some of you, like my husband, will want to know … Continue reading
Do you think that this boy knows how much he is loved? How special he is? That I would do anything for him? Because, as a parent, it’s not something you’re allowed to say. You need to keep a … Continue reading
For many stay at home moms, weekends are not much different from weekdays. Some moms have additional help from husbands who are off of work, but their work doesn’t really end or lessen. I still get that “Friday feeling” when … Continue reading
As the weather changes (slightly) and nights become cooler, I can’t help but think back to last fall and winter. I remember when the nights cooled down enough to wear flannel pajamas. I remember things we did, and how sick … Continue reading
I don’t think a day passes in which I am not told to enjoy these days. I remember being told the same thing when Jacob was a baby, and I remember feeling stressed about it. There is so much to … Continue reading
Ahh motherhood. The days are long. The nights can be longer. Sometimes I just crave some space for myself–not to be touched for a few minutes. There are always little hands reaching for me. But I remember that they won’t … Continue reading