A 2-Year-Old’s Wisdom

I’ve had conflicting feelings about Mother’s Day ever since Isabelle was born. Each May, I am reminded of what a blessing it has been to raise Mark the last two and a half years. This year I am reminded that...

It’s a ….

Spring has definitely hit the south. The weather is warming up, round two of the “pollen invasion” has struck, and I am officially in nesting mode. The last few months I’ve been attempting to keep my pregnancy stress level down...

And so it begins again…

It was a warm day in early November. Mark and I were in the kitchen reading books about Thanksgiving. The last page described how the town brought the firefighters Thanksgiving dinner when the firefighters became too busy to prepare their...

Introducing…

We are so incredibly excited to introduce Mark Robert to the world!  He was born at 37 weeks on October 6 at 8:28am.  He was 7 pounds 13 ounces and 19 inches long.  He is happy and healthy, and his...

One Year Ago

It is truly hard to believe that today marks one year since I started my blogging journey. I can’t believe it has been that long since my first post, Isabelle’s Rainbows. I regularly get texts from friends with pictures of beautiful rainbows...

Three More Weeks

Change is in the air. For the last two nights, it has finally been cool enough to sleep with the window open. Although fall doesn’t officially begin until the 23rd, it certainly feels like it is here when I wake...

Days Like This

“This is your second, right?” Yes, second. “How old is your little girl?” She would have been one year old this summer. “What do you mean, would have been [one year old]?” Well, our daughter passed away. “What happened?” Remaining...

Fear

Throughout the last year, Matt and I have created several traditions to honor the memory of Isabelle. These traditions have been a source of comfort and are reminders that she will always be a part of our family. Among the...

A Year of Firsts

July 25th marks one year since my daughter was born. Like all new parents, this life-changing event brought with it a year of firsts. My firsts just don’t look like everyone else’s firsts. I remember the first time that I...

Packing Boxes

For months, Isabelle’s nursery sat relatively untouched. In the fall, I only entered it a handful of times, typically to add cards or mementos to the growing stack on the floor in front of the crib. The thought of being...