It's the 24th of December and it's also day 24 of us being in the hospital. For those of you who don't know, my 42-year-old husband had a massive stroke the night of Dec 1st while we were on a weekend trip to CA. And almost a month later, we are still here. I spent Christmas … Continue reading 9th Floor Christmas
Our hamster died last night. And while we didn't necessarily want a hamster (we got him in a white elephant gift exchange at a Christmas party) he was a sweet little part of our family. He came with all the fixins- a cage, food, bedding and a name. Stan. In honor of our beloved leader … Continue reading Stan Spiderman Day
Merry Christmas Eve. Although not usually a great day for me, I woke up with the sun (and my baby that doesn't sleep) and tried to get my heart in a good place. Today is the 17th anniversary of losing my mom to breast cancer and this day always seems to bring the gaping hole … Continue reading What Magic?
We're on the road again. The hopeful, worry-filled, nauseous, miracle laden road to having a baby. Having babies used to seem so straight forward. You plan out your ideal season to be pregnant, aim for birthdates that are convenient, open the borders and then get busy. Maybe you chart some stuff and worry a little, … Continue reading The Uneven Road
I never realized how signifiant names were until I started having kids of my own. "You mean we have to pick the name he'll be called forever?" "We have to decide now on what word will come out of our mouths a hundred times a day?" We wanted unique, but not weird. Meaningful, but how? Based … Continue reading Baby Day
I still love Mother's Day. Even though it's always on a Sunday and I'm married to a pastor. He has to work all day but he finds ways to make it up to me. Like getting up early to make lemon poppy seed scones from scratch. I still love Mother's Day. Even though my … Continue reading I Still Love Mother’s Day
'Tis the season for a lot of things I'm not feeling right now. Making merry and giving glad tidings? I really just want to hide in my house. I am grasping for ways to find genuine hope and joy, but I can hardly speak those words aloud right now much less live in them. 'Tis the … Continue reading ‘Tis The Season