I have approximately 23,540 things to do right now, seeing that it’s back to school! Orientation is soon, and I’m sitting amongst seating charts and IEPs - yet I had the sudden urge to write. I was humming along with a praise song on my Spotify playlist currently playing from my Smartboard speakers and a … Continue reading He fills my tank.
Open adoption is a concept that is highly misunderstood. Often even the mention of openness in adoption is met with uncomfortable looks, from everyone from prospective adoptive parents to friends at church to strangers in the grocery store. That discomfort is born from fear. And let me tell you, open adoption is nothing to fear … Continue reading Open adoption is opening your heart.
My husband Jake and I take a lot of flack from our close friends and family about our coffee habit. See, we aren’t just coffee drinkers, we are legitimate coffee aficionados. We’re borderline obsessive. We were always coffee drinkers, but our love affair with it really got started back when Jake went on a mission … Continue reading Life is too short for mediocre coffee.
As I mentioned. I might have overbooked Mak this summer. I'm not sure if it was my attempt at"keeping up with the Joneses" and having her entertained all summer or my desire to distract her from her heartache (grief is reallllly big in an empty house) or if it was to keep us from strangling … Continue reading And she’s off.
Back in mid-June, Jake and I took an anniversary trip up to the mountains and spent the week kayaking and paddleboarding on the lake, just the two of us. Makinzy was busy with the first of three weeks of volleyball camps this summer, and he and I stole away to just relax. I gave blogging … Continue reading And then there were 4. Or 5. Or 9. Whatever the number, we just added one more…
I've been dreading writing about today. I've dreaded talking about today. I've dreaded just living today. She would have been one year old today. A whole year old. I was running through the halls, rushing to the delivery room, a panicked phone call that labor was starting... it was a year ago, a little after ten … Continue reading Sorrow and Celebration.
Jake and I have been together for half of my life. I have almost reached the point, where my memories of life before him don’t really exist. Well, I have childhood memories, of course, but comparatively, I have very few of life before him. I was 15 years old when he asked me to be … Continue reading A decade of golden bands.