5am. I hear a little whimper outside the bedroom door. I groan and roll myself out of the comfort of the covers. I turn the knob. “Mommy?” That little, froggy voice fills the quiet of the morning as he pulls his doggie by the… Continue Reading “To Be Needed”
N, our two-year-old, burned his hand on our stove last week. I’d been fixing dinner early that day and he was being my little kitchen helper, mixing and measuring ingredients into the bowl at the table. The burner had been turned off only minutes… Continue Reading “When I Feel Weak”
My thoughts on modesty, vaccines, and how maybe we can all help each other and show a little more kindness.
It’s no secret that R, our first son, came as a surprise. Sure, my husband and I rarely (if ever) admit to it, but all you would have to do is simple subtraction to figure out we had only been married a year and… Continue Reading “Having Children Ruined My Life”
The hostess slipped two menus off the desk. “Right this way, please.” I smiled to myself as we passed by the high chairs. That’s right, two. No high chairs for us. No crayons, no kiddie menus no over-priced macaroni, no bibs. Just a table… Continue Reading “A Little More”
I glanced back from the front passenger’s seat of the car. “Hey R, do you need a tissue? Don’t pick your boogers.” N, two years old, chimed in. “Booger song! Booger song. Boo-oo-ger soo-ng!” It was just another typical Sunday drive to church. We… Continue Reading “Why I’ve Decided I’m OK With A House Full of ALL Boys (*sigh*)”
It’s 2am and my head rests on your stuffed giraffe. I shift uncomfortably on the floor next to your bed and listen to your breathing. Steady. Finally steady. The coughs and wheezes have subsided. I breath a sigh of relief. Your poor little body… Continue Reading “Love Through the Coughs and Wheezes”
Baby Sparkles. My little 4-year-old self had been mesmerized with her commercials for months. Those big, blue eyes. Those curly, blond locks. That crown that lit up when her head was tipped back. My heart almost ached with hopes that she’d be under the… Continue Reading “The Greatest Gift of All”
One of my favorite Christmas traditions every year (and possibly one of yours too!) is curling up on the couch with family and watching It’s a Wonderful Life. Jimmy Stewart in pure 1946 black-and-white splendor. At the end of the movie when the credits… Continue Reading “By Small and Simple Things”
This Christmas season I believe more than ever before that Jesus Christ was born to this earth for a purpose. I believe that because he loves us, he not only suffered for our sins, but also for our grief and pain. He knows each of us so personally, so intimately. I believe he can help us through even the most trying of times. I’ve witnessed it time and time again this year. He can mend broken hearts and give hope where none is left. I believe.