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...

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....

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...

The Gift of Friendship

Last weekend, my dear childhood friend and her four smiling children came for a visit. Her husband works for a university and was out of the country teaching for a while. We thought it would be a great opportunity to see...

Isabelle’s Airport Miracle

Our trip home from Japan was quite possibly the worst traveling experience that I have ever had. Our little St. Isabelle Clare provided what I would consider to be a miracle to get us home, and for that I am...

A Christmas Rainbow

Leaving our house for the holidays has felt a bit like I am leaving my daughter behind while we are going off to celebrate Christmas. I have struggled a bit with these emotions even though I know that our daughter...