Dear Annelise, One year ago today I woke up early, showered and dressed, kissed your brothers goodbye, shed a few tears, and headed to the hospital. I checked in, got set-up in a room, met several nurses and doctors, made … Continue reading
Dear Eli, Today is Mother’s Day. It couldn’t be a more fitting day to celebrate such an occasion because five years ago today, on May 12th, 2008, you came into the world, making my lifelong dream of being a mommy … Continue reading
Maybe I shouldn’t admit this since I write a blog, but here goes: I rarely read blogs. There are one or two that I stay up-to-date on, but I don’t have a long list of bloggers who I’m committed to … Continue reading
Dear Samuel, Today you turn three and move from toddlerhood to being a preschooler. Although I know it’s a necessary part of growing up, I don’t relish the thought that in a few short months I’ll drop you off at … Continue reading
In February of 2003 my parents went to Arizona to visit my uncle and aunt. Any trip to the Southwest, especially one that involves traveling 3000 miles to get there, is not complete without a stop at the Grand Canyon. … Continue reading
A few months ago, inspired by a contest I participated in, I wrote ‘I Want to See Inside Your Fridge‘. In it, I shared pictures of the insides of our bedroom closets and asked you to do the same. My … Continue reading
MONDAY 6:00 a.m.: The alarm rings. My mental to-do list immediately begins to run through my head. It’s a bit longer and more urgent than usual because today is the last day I’ll be home for a week. Early tomorrow … Continue reading
In my last post we played a little game and the winner was promised a featured spot in a future blog post. (If you missed the fun, check it out here). Well, the time has come. I’d like to introduce … Continue reading
Have you ever looked at your life and thought, “Well, how did I get here?” I don’t mean it in a negative way necessarily (certainly not in my case since I love where I am), but more in a ‘where … Continue reading
I’ve always been a picky eater. My mom likes to tell the story of when I was no more than two years old. She had apparently prepared something I didn’t like for supper because dinner was over, everyone had left … Continue reading
