faith

Together

Today I spoke with someone who shared stories of two women who recently lost babies. Perhaps it was a providential conversation because today, October 15, is the day we remember all babies who we have lost. I haven’t been active... Continue reading →

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... Continue reading →

A Little Isabelle in Mark’s Life

Mark loves to name the family member in several pictures that hang in our stairwell. He typically babbles, “Mommy, Daddy, Mark, A-belle” with a huge grin on his face while pointing to each person in the picture. “A-belle” is his... Continue reading →

The Strength of a Mother

Mark began the week abruptly with a messy diaper, wet pajamas, and a full-blown tantrum. I sat straight up in bed rubbing the sleep off my eyes as I stared at the clock. Of course he wanted to wake up... Continue reading →

Children’s Book Review: “Thank You, God”

I periodically see “#firstworldproblem” floating around social media. Typically the author is stating some problem that would seem ridiculously unimportant and trivial in a third-world country. For example, one person wrote in frustration that they forgot to charge their Apple... Continue reading →

The Art of Appreciation

The other day, I left Mark sitting in his little chair in front of the couch and walked into the kitchen to throw something away. When I turned around, he was sitting on the couch. We officially have a climber!... Continue reading →

The Dirty Diaper

Today, Mark decided that his dirty diaper was his new favorite toy. After a diaper change, he swooped it up and “sprinted” across the room with it before we even realized what he was holding. Slightly mortified, we asked Mark... 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 →