Nights full of broken sleep. Coffee. Sore boobs. Half-finished sentences. Healing foods, supplements, and essential oils. Coffee. Newborn snuggles. Sibling snuggles. Coffee. Soaked nursing pads. Changing diapers. More coffee. These are a few of the things that currently fill my days and nights. But, it was not so very long ago that my sweet Micah... Continue Reading →
Dear Micah {4 Week Letter}
Dear Micah, You've just begun to smile at me, and it's a private smile, as though you and I share the sweetest secrets. And perhaps we do. We share the secret of birth. The secret of midnight nursing. The secret of dawn coffee dates when you stare at me with your big, wise eyes while... Continue Reading →