Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
My postpartum room was eerily quiet as I held up one of the tiny preemie onesies and name placard up against the streaming sunlight of my window, snapping a photo. A photo without my baby. My body had labored through the night and desperately craved sleep. But all I could think about was that my... Continue Reading →
I can’t write about your birth earthside without first writing about when I first recognized your sweet presence. There I sat in the balmy dark front yard under the light of a full moon mere days away from your “embaby” transfer date, and I prayed. In the welcoming quiet of the night sky, I closed... Continue Reading →
About two years ago, I began REGULAR, counseling sessions both with and without David present. Yes, to talk about our marriage (especially at the beginning). Yes, to process the emotional impact of leaving my career to stay at home as a mama. And, yes, most recently, to process the trauma that years of infertility +... Continue Reading →
While driving back from a doula client meeting this Sunday, I sat ensconced in my own thoughts, Rachel Hollis' voice reading "Girl, Wash Your Face" aloud, and a heart that kept pointing fingers at back at myself. You see, Rachel discussed her own fears and failings and she bandied about the term "workaholic". She's "recovering"... Continue Reading →
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 →
Some women fear the fire. Some women simply become it. ~R.H. Sin Ever since a dear friend gifted me a beautiful print with this quote, the words have churned round and round, finding a home in the nooks and crannies of my heart. Some women become the fire... I've never felt so independent as I... Continue Reading →
Are you in a season of restless searching? Is there a disquiet in your heart that perhaps can't be pinpointed? A wandering that has you looking in vain for the next big adventure? I am. I often am. If perhaps you can identify with my heart's yearnings, then you understand the search for validation, the... Continue Reading →
The day has come to share our family's secret. To whisper of the gentle tidings that I've been treasuring. To tell the world of your miraculous conception. And on this Mother's Day weekend, nothing is more fitting than to write my first love letter to you, My Son. Because, yes, we are expecting your arrival... Continue Reading →
I run into the chilly garage in my pajama shorts, tiptoeing on the cold cement around strollers and boxes and automobile oil. Swinging open the passenger-side door of my husband's car, I lean in for a kiss. A long kiss. A kiss that says, "I love you," and "It's going to be okay," and "We're... Continue Reading →
Mother's Day. How I dreaded this day during many of the years past when I would sit in church while other mamas stood and were applauded for their sacrifice and love. It's not that I desired to steal their glory, but rather that I ached for a child of my own. I grieved the babies... Continue Reading →
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