Grief · Parenting

Better.

Not too long ago, Jake turned and looked at me, with a serious expression across his face, and he told me I had changed. That’s not exactly what a wife wants to hear, you know. It’s an ominous, loaded statement. We were at a stoplight, discussing an upcoming surgery I would be having. I had… Continue reading Better.

Grief · Parenting

Floating.

I hate when I get in these moods. After our last miscarriage, as most people who know me (or have read my blogs) know, I saw a grief therapist for a little while, mainly because I wanted to know that the way I deal with loss is healthy. Little did I know how important that… Continue reading Floating.

Adoption · Grief · Parenting

And then there were 4. Or 5. Or 9. Whatever the number, we just added one more…

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…

Adoption · Grief · Parenting

The ache of loss: when their arms are full and yours are not.

    I have not done baby showers for at least ten years. I haven’t been to a baby shower, other than my own days before Mira was born, with very few exceptions, at all. In the last 7 or 8 years, I think I might have been to two. I remember a cousin’s years ago,… Continue reading The ache of loss: when their arms are full and yours are not.