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 →
As I emerged from the fog of Abby's preemie days, I remember several things quite clearly. First, I felt very alone. Second, I had no idea what I was doing. Third, my tired brain no longer related to most humans in the same way. I mean, with 45-minute chunks of sleep between pumping, bottle feeding... Continue Reading →
Ever since my own body began to grow and stretch with my first baby five years ago, I began to scour forums, Pinterest, and books for the best way to nourish my skin as it grew with Abby. There is no telling how many products I sampled and reviews I read. I mean, y'all, do... 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 →
"And love is not a victory march / It's a cold and a broken hallelujah." ~Jeff Buckley And it's that broken hallelujah that fills my soul with shivers. It's the sacrifices that my Jesus made for me and the sacrifices we make out of love that touch an eternal cord, ringing true of what is... Continue Reading →
My Dearest Girl, These letters are getting fewer and further between, but my moments with you grow more vibrant. More alive. More complex as your imagination and creativity soar. One of your favorite activities right now is to "float away" in a cardboard box. After emptying it of all its contents, you fill the "boat"... Continue Reading →
I can't say since I wrote last about our family's big changes have we fallen into an easy rhythm or magically figured out how to make two weekend days provide enough time to both accomplish all our errands and relax as a family. Some weekends I have conquered the to-do lists and others (such as... Continue Reading →
I listen to the faint hum of early morning traffic blended with the calls of chipper birds and the creeks of my new old house. With the windows open in the 5 am hour, cars on I-36 form part of the background that are my speeding thoughts. I don't even know what to title this... Continue Reading →
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