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.
In a perfect world, I would not have overslept this morning, rolling out of bed in a panicked frenzy to get dressed as my concerned mom (my son's caretaker for the day) came inside through the garage door, calling helllloooo y'all, realizing from the dark rooms that we must still be in bed. In a… Continue reading In a perfect world.
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…