This year I hit my Plus One. Today, I turn 31 years old. Thirty. Plus one. My most difficult birthday was 27. That was the year that I felt old. I was no longer "cute young thang" just out of college. I wasn't the newly married, fresh-faced and optimistic young teacher. I was on the ... Read More
right when i was about to break, you stepped in
Kimberly, you must have noticed that I needed some help. Because of a flight delay, we had all been waiting at Gate 15B much longer than we had anticipated. A 1-year-old and a 3-year-old who had already exhausted much of their snacks and bag of tricks still had a 3 1/2 hour flight ahead of them. ... Read More
::: a letter to my daughter on her 3rd birthday :::
My baby, my big girl. In our three years together, this is what I know to be true about you. * Your life is an exclamation point. You fully experience all of life. You are simply all in. You feel every moment fiercely, you live each day fully. * You are adventurous, and always have ... Read More
my dear, you are an inconvenience.
My dear, you are an inconvenience. Even when I have nothing left to give, you demand that too. You steal my energy, my sanity, my clear thinking. No longer am I able to arrive to meetings, activities, life on time. I put on a clean shirt- an actual shirt, not a work-out shirt- and within moments ... Read More
i am more.
Sometimes, I am able to get out of my little world and truly SEE things. To see the heart issue behind a moment of disobedience. To hear what Lane is actually needing from me in a moment of venting about work. To catch an unhealthy thought and throw it out before it can take root. To be grateful ... Read More
Roots Part V
Our parents have always done a phenomenal job of taking photos and putting them into scrapbooks. Growing up we were always drawn to pictures of ourselves and less interested in the black and white/torn and tattered books. However, now we are thirsty to dig deeper into our parents history and get ... Read More