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.
Adoption is a daunting, tedious, emotional process. Every part of it is hard. I’ve done it three-ish times now, and I can say that with certainty. But more than I hate the paperwork, the financial costs, or the many appointments, I hate the questions you get from well-meaning friends and family in the midst … Continue reading Frustration and peace in the wait.
My journey to motherhood didn’t involve 9 months of pregnancy and a joyous delivery, but like all mamas, the first night I held my daughter, I felt that fierce surge to protect her at all cost surge through me. When we adopted Mak at seven years old, there were already so many things I didn’t … Continue reading Mama’s protection.