We’re driving in the car, running errands, spending our Saturday trying to distract our minds and fill the time when I hear her say from the back of the van, with a little bit of a sigh in her voice: “Mama?” “Yes, baby?” “I forget what he looks like.” “Who?” “Daddy. I can’t remember the … [Read more...] about in which I paint an honest picture of what it’s like to be a military wife
when it's hard
if your advent aches
When I’m being honest, I don’t know how to do this. The lights hang outside and the star sits atop the tree and childlike wonder dances through our very house and we talk about the birth of peace itself yet I still just can’t even. It’s too much, as Ellie says when I ask her to clean up. It’s … [Read more...] about if your advent aches
building a real marriage: how to restore the broken pieces
He walks in from work and I’m at the kitchen counter, chopping onions and potatoes and handing out carrots to hungry babies who just cannot even wait a single minute longer for dinner to be ready, they are the hungriest they have ever been, ever. He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me, … [Read more...] about building a real marriage: how to restore the broken pieces
when you feel like life is too hard
We sat down on the couch at 8:30am on a Sunday morning, there were some things we needed to talk about. So with the baby already down for a nap and the other two in the other room, he and I sat on the couch to talk about his upcoming trip for work. Work trips used to be to conferences, squeezing … [Read more...] about when you feel like life is too hard
the scar
Mama, I see your owie. We're sitting in the van, her seat right behind mine. My cancer scar sits just above the neckline of my shirts, so if my hair is up in a top knot (every single day) my scar is right there, uncovered. As she's sitting behind me and I adjust positions, she notices … [Read more...] about the scar
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...] about Peace. This is real.