{Is divorce everywhere for you? Sometimes it feels like it is for me. Why is that? I feel like so often, we are presented with images of either the picture perfect magazine cover marriages or those that end in failure. It’s never as simple as that though. Just look at us.} // Lane calls me … [Read more...] about pictures of a marriage that stayed
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Sometimes Mothering Is Hard
I was already awake, but barely, when Brennan walked into my room at 1:00 in the morning last night. See, I had had a bad dream and was just beginning to talk myself down- it was after all just a dream, a silly dream, of course I didn’t lose my wedding rings. As dreams tend to go I don’t know why … [Read more...] about Sometimes Mothering Is Hard
the real, married version of valentine’s day
Hey husband. I finished our carton of ice cream last night while watching the Gilmore Girls. I feel like you should know that. I sat on the couch, the carton and spoon in hand, and finished the whole darn thing without even thinking twice. Then, without even straining my neck, I looked around … [Read more...] about the real, married version of valentine’s day
hey girls? love is big enough.
The thing is, love is just so big and wide and deep. Love was there in the silence as nothingness swirled in the mist and love was the first word spoken over it all and love is the banner over us and love never left and love is what came down to show us what love looks like with flesh on. Love … [Read more...] about hey girls? love is big enough.
the sacred work of no space
Since the very beginning, I saw that she was more mine than the other two were. Oh, they love me, of course; they adore me absolutely. I am their sun as their days and their hearts revolve around mine. But the other two, they are their Daddy’s. If I am their sun, he is their shooting star, … [Read more...] about the sacred work of no space
love is 8:15 on a Friday night
Friday night, pizza night, sitting on the front porch, twilight wine sipping, watching the kids play, fingers tangled together night. We haven't spoken much since he got home from work, the noise and the constant and the needs and the dinner and the diapers and the "Daddy! Look!" demanding our … [Read more...] about love is 8:15 on a Friday night