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...

Revisiting the Past

In late July 2014, a nurse wheeled me, with empty arms, past happy moms with babies, through the hospital, and out to where Matt was waiting with the car. I carefully stepped into the van and sat, waiting on Matt...

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....

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...