I sit on the floor with my baby, my 9-month-old, purple paci in her mouth, early morning hours. The carpet is bare except for a few stray toys that fit in the van as we drove, movers later bringing the rest of our household goods. She woke early today. I lean against the wall, coffee in hand ... Read More
discovering god on the bathroom floor
My babies and I rise and fall to the very same breath. We wake together and play together and work side by side together. We color and we build forts and we explore the backyard. We read and dance and create and jump and do it all again tomorrow. Our days are everything and nothing all at ... Read More
a prayer for the weary
Sometimes it feels like it's one thing after another after another. It can be the big things like the diagnosis, the job, the isolation, the unpredictable future. And it can be the ordinary things like the raising of babies, the alarm in the morning, the same conversation yet ... Read More
Peace. This is real.
It didn't seem to bother her until, of course, it did. My biggest girl, my four-year-old, had seen something that her little imagination twisted and turned into a cause for alarm, and suddenly she carried fear everywhere she went like a little pet. After she saw this scene in a whimsical, silly ... Read More
love letter to my child
We're going to be okay. I just wanted you to know that. Maybe I need to know that? But in the heart of my hearts, I know that we're going to be okay, you and I and the whole of us. Sweet child, please know that every single thing we do is with you in mind. You have put up with so ... Read More
a love letter to my husband
Remember that time we baked a pie and took it by the river and ate it straight out of the pan with two forks? Or when we climbed the mountain, wine and cheese at the top, you down on your knee with the forever question? Or do you remember grabbing popsicles and walking through the neighborhood as ... Read More