As I mentioned in my more detailed blog post, I'm keeping time by the photos on my phone. I often lose track of days. I simply know when my pregnant mamas are due, when I'm on call, when Abby pooped last, and when her next nap should be. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind... Continue Reading →
Admission of guilt {And the “welcoming” of 8.5 month milestones}
For this season, I've become one of THOSE bloggers. Those bloggers that update their Facebook statuses without a thought to updating their journals. Those bloggers that fail to respond to comments on what little they do manage to write (I'm so sorry!). Those bloggers that I probably judged in seasons past. Alas, no more... I... Continue Reading →
When we struggle and when we rejoice {The Chaos and Beauty of the Co-Mingling}
Count the moments when you ONLY felt pure joy. They are few and far between. Count the days when grief was so overwhelming that there wasn't even a moment of a rainbow. Also, praise God, those days do not occur often. Yet, I've experience both. You too have undoubtedly walked through the rainbow and the... Continue Reading →
Let the Nesting Begin {And other 21 week updates}
To be perfectly honest, I've been fighting sickness this entire week. Sunday my throat was sore and sinus pressure was building in my head. I had to tell my kids that "Mrs. Hasz was sick" on Monday, so that I had an excuse to sit more while teaching. Somehow I struggled through Tuesday and Wednesday.... Continue Reading →
Seeing with New Eyes {Advent’s Secret}
Advent is a season of secrets. For some of us, these secrets remain forever hidden. Sure, we wake up Christmas morning to dig through stockings and open presents. We eat cinnamon rolls and all manner of Christmas goodies. But, for some of us, the real gifts are never revealed. Gifts hidden for us since the... Continue Reading →
Constancy and countdowns
The sun shines brightly through closed-tight window panes. Prisms of light linger on my eyelashes, causing me to squint through the radiance of the wintery glow. I'm thankful that it hangs there in the sky, content to rise and fall, day in and day out, through meandering clouds. It's a symbol of constancy, a reminder... Continue Reading →
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
Charlie Brown's Christmas' "O Tannenbaum" serenades my efforts to celebrate all that is precious, good, and . . . alive. Very alive. A frothy espresso rewards my nearly all-day cleaning and decorating efforts. Laundry done. Sheets and towels washed. Every inch of bathroom and bedroom cleaned and dusted. Christmas decorations dug out of storage and... Continue Reading →
Pinching, perfection, and passionate patience
A brown fleece blanket wraps itself snuggly around my folded legs, as embroidered couch pillows cushion my curled form. Events, decisions, thoughts, disappointments, joys, and lessons of 2011 parade themselves through my heart just as the televised New Year's floats meander down the San Antonio, Texas, riverwalk display. Maybe, you too are snuggled somewhere, resting from... Continue Reading →
Childhood Christmas Wish
Sweet Belgian waffles and powdered sugar decorated my plate this morning at Verbena's Cafe. And, while "Seasons Greetings" was artfully proclaimed by the red and green place mat, no holiday message could compare to the delightful childhood memories conjured up by warm waffles and syrup - not even the ridiculously strong coffee poured often by the smiling wait... Continue Reading →
Finding Festive in Kentucky Clouds
It's 40 degrees, muggy, and chilly in the Bluegrass state. Wet cold wraps its fingers around all who venture outside unprepared for its lingering bite. But, it's beautiful. Truly, beautiful. As I perused the neighborhood views in the rolling hills of Louisville's outskirts, I was overwhelmed by the little pictures I often don't notice. Deep... Continue Reading →