Laboring Lessons
38 hours and 40 minutes. Bronson was ready, but certainly not in a hurry. Those hours, minutes and seconds felt even longer than…
Continue Reading38 hours and 40 minutes. Bronson was ready, but certainly not in a hurry. Those hours, minutes and seconds felt even longer than…
Continue ReadingSince I have no more nesting to do, I dug out my own baby book this evening. The pages reveal a time when…
Continue Reading“Wherever you are, be all there.” – Jim Elliot I’ve been a planner and list maker since birth. Well, at least since I…
Continue ReadingAwkwardness should be defined as “a perfect stranger touching one’s stomach.” When someone asks to touch my stomach, their eyes glimmer and their…
Continue ReadingMarriage. The shedding of absolute independence for the sake of something more amazing, more profound – the intertwining of two lives. Five years…
Continue ReadingWhen Ryan had a jeep, I learned to nod as I drove past fellow jeepers. Later, I learned that motorcyclist lift an index…
Continue ReadingI’m a murderer of all things glass. My left pinky bares the scar of a glass that fought back, rather brutally, with its…
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