A Year of Milestones

I love this time of year. On social media, back to school pictures of nervous and excited children have switched to pumpkin patch pictures and football games. Although it is still pretty warm here in the south, students everywhere have... Continue reading →

How to Support a Friend Who has Lost a Baby

(*I first published this post in 2016 when a dear friend of mine lost her son. As the years have passed, ‘How do I support a friend who has lost a baby?” continues to be the question that I get... Continue reading →

Two Years Ago

July 26, 2016 Dear Isabelle, The world seems to keep on moving around me as I play with your brother and try not to focus on what happened two years ago today. I’m not sure how it is possible for... Continue reading →

A Scratch on the Face and a Full Heart

Mark and I always rock in the glider for a few minutes before he goes down for his naps. Sometimes, when he is really tired, he will nuzzle up into my arm, immediately close his eyes and then reach his... Continue reading →

She Made Me A Mother

I recently met an adorable little girl who was close in age to what Isabelle would have been. She had lots of curls and loved her daddy so much that she screamed when he had to leave for a bit.... Continue reading →

A Life in Boxes

This is the view from where I am sitting: It is strange to see your life in boxes, all tightly packed with everything that you own. Each box is filled memories. There is a box with a few small trinkets... Continue reading →

Stuck

I think about Isabelle a lot. Throughout the day, simple tasks naturally bring her to mind.  Lately that has been happening even more than usual. As we approach our moving date, my heart has been much heavier and more unsettled.... Continue reading →

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 →