Lately, it’s been extremely difficult to explain how I’m feeling because I feel guilty even saying it out loud. So let me start by saying, I totally get that people would kill to do what I’m doing. Some women would drop their jobs in a heartbeat if it meant they could stay at home with the little kids that make...
Word on the street tells me it’s time for school to start up again. As many of my momma friends get their little ones ready with their notebooks and glue and crayons and markers (some first-timers—go mamas, you’ve got this), and as all of my teaching friends get their rooms ready and pray for the little kiddos that they’ll spend...
Today I realized my lack of freedom all over again. I really wanted to get some peaches from the grocery at 99 cents/pound and to see if I could hit up a sale over at Old Navy for some end of summer sales. While I was gone during nap time, Esmae woke up and I got frantic texts from Gabe...
Last night it took me 45 minutes to do bedtime with Esmae. Simply, I was delighting in the squeezing of each dainty little toe, and savoring the tiny, excited, splashes she was making in the warm bathwater. I pulled out the camera and desperately tried to get a photo to document all of the sweetness that she is. Although much...
This last week I was fighting for the wrong things. You see, we threw a party for our son’s adoption. I wanted the party to be so cute, themed, and fun. I wanted it to involve all kinds of cute foods, decorations, and most of all the people we love. Somehow in the midst of the planning, my focus was...
A few days ago wound up being 97 degrees with 87% humidity. I may be exaggerating on the humidity part, but let’s just say it was one of those—don’t stand outside for more than thirty seconds or you’ll need to reapply deodorant…again—kinds of days. These are the kinds of days I like iced coffee and to stay fully submerged in...
There’s this children’s book that I wish I could have been brilliant enough to write, and talented enough to illustrate. Nearly every time I read it to Martell, I get teary-eyed and have to kiss both my kids like a thousand times because it resonates so deeply with my mama heart. There is not one thing I would change about...
For 25.5 months; 111 weeks; 778 days we have been awaiting this day. You see, 25.5 months; 111 weeks; 778 days ago, we got a call from Lutheran Social Services saying that they needed a home for a four-month old boy named Isaiah. With overwhelming excitement and genuine earnestness, we accepted. My hands shook as I called my dad to...
This last week has been, well, I don’t feel quite like “trying” is the appropriate word. It may be a bit dramatic, but let’s just say, last week pulled me to the edges of myself. I’m sure you’re just dying to hear what brought me to this low abode. Wait for it…I potty trained our two-year-old. Notice the past tense...
I force my my heavy legs over the side of the tousled blankets before I even pry the lids of my eyes open. Resenting her cries that pull me from the warmth of my freshly cleaned sheets, I make my way to the next room where our newest addition to the family sings with need for her mama. “I just...
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