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 →

Grief

The last week and a half seems to have been shadowed by death. It began with the tragic and unexpected death of a dear friend’s baby and was followed several days later by the passing of my uncle. The circumstances... Continue reading →

All the Trees

It has been a few years since we have lived somewhere that has allowed us to enjoy the beauty of fall. From pumpkin patches and apple picking to staring in wonder at the vibrant trees that surround us, we have... Continue reading →

A Loud Message

Last week, Mark was the “star student” at preschool. One of the requirements was an “All About Me” survey. Mark and I sat at the kitchen table and filled it out together. Mark was very excited to answer the questions.... Continue reading →

The Man at the Grocery Store

I recently took Mark to the grocery store while Arthur hung out at home with Matt. Mark giggled and joked with me as we walked, hand-in-hand across the parking lot towards the store. As we neared the entrance, a man... Continue reading →

Embrace the Change

Mark will always be my rainbow baby – the baby who came after the storm of losing a child. He brought hope during a time that I questioned God, and he reminded me that I could be happy again. With... 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 →

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... Continue reading →

Through a Two-Year-Old’s Eyes

Each year, December brings with it a blend of Christmas music, fun festivities, and a sense that something is missing. Four stockings hang below our mantle waiting eagerly to be filled with goodies. However, there are only three sets of... Continue reading →

The Terrifically Terrible Twos

I was working on dinner in the kitchen. “Mark Robert!” I called suspiciously. “Mawk Wobewt!” he responded in an almost mocking tone. I shook my head trying not to laugh out loud. “Do not touch the folded laundry on the... Continue reading →