How He Loves Us

There is a lot of prayer involved in parenting. Please, God, let him fall back asleep because it is 3am, and I don’t want to get up again. Please, God, help him entertain himself for five minutes so I can... Continue reading →

You Are So Loved

Dear Mark, I’ve never cared much for Valentine’s Day. It has always seemed like a made up “holiday.” Admittedly, it is a nice excuse to get dressed up and go out for a fancy dinner, but until last year, it... Continue reading →

Deja Vu

This morning, I swayed around the room with Mark as he looked contently over my shoulder. I think he was so exhausted from the last two weeks that he was happy to just sit in my arms and look around... Continue reading →

Time Stood Still

Dear Mark, You are a good sleeper. Normally. However, last night at 3:30am, after a diaper blowout that resulted in new pajamas, you decided that you were awake. For a solid hour I rocked, swayed, and bounced all over the... Continue reading →

While He Sleeps

Believe it or not, I’ve written two blog posts in the last month that never made it to the publishing stage. Mark keeps me pretty busy most days, and I consider myself lucky on mornings afternoons that I get to... Continue reading →

Grocery Store Woes

This blog entry was actually written almost two weeks ago. I know that this may be surprising, but I haven’t had a chance to post it until this evening. :) Dear Mark, I’d like to tell you about your very... Continue reading →

A Month of Thanks

It has been one solid month since that beautiful moment when I held Mark in my arms for the first time. One blurry, sleep-deprived, wonderful month! Life with a newborn is even more exhausting and unpredictable than people dare admit... Continue reading →

A Life Remembered

At 3:30 this morning, I groggily woke up to the whimpers of a hungry baby. For just an instant, I thought it was a dream, and my heart broke just a bit. After a few seconds, my sleepy face cracked... Continue reading →

Hours

Last October, I remember waking up heartbroken each morning anxious about the idea of carrying another child at some point. Here I am, one year later, still heartbroken and anxious, but hours away from giving birth to our second child.... Continue reading →