I bought tickets for the Gungor show months ago, knowing it would be a good thing, something life giving although I had no expectations over what that would look like. Gungor has been in my iTunes playlist for over a decade now and they have become The Wife and I’s kind of people and as I… Continue reading Gungor.
There are pivotal times in life when I feel you just need your mom and dad. At 32 years old I’ve gone through seasons where my parents couldn’t be what I needed them to be and vice versa and have tasted the bitterness of having no family at all. Despite the absence of family on… Continue reading Small Miracles.
The title of this blog is, “It gets better, darling.” In this moment those words fall short and today I don’t believe them. Today I am without hope. — IVF, what an expensive, painful beast. That was incredibly hard. And God was with us through every step of it. I was pricked and prodded daily and… Continue reading Hope.
A year and a half ago The Wife and I began the process of starting our family.We love babies and all the ones in our lives that we’re invited to love, and have big hopes and dreams of focusing that love on our own littles. We sought God and felt this was the next step… Continue reading Adventure-Time.
“Mother and Child” by Gusav Klimt This morning I found myself in the card aisle of the grocery store, looking for Mother’s Day cards for my mom and mother-in-law. Someone seriously needs to create a line of cards for estranged relationships, ya’ll. Maybe ones that read: “Happy Mother’s Day to the one who gave birth to… Continue reading Mother’s Day.
image source dreaming big wild dreams of the pitter patter of tiny feet. of soft sweet kisses and perfectly silky skin and the sweet new baby smell and first laughs and my heart growing one thousand times bigger than i ever dreamed it could. oh baby, we’ve been dreaming of you. and we are just… Continue reading Dreaming.
image source Blowing the dust off this blog in hopes that the words I type will flow easily and freely as it’s not always easy to reflect on challenges. On brutal pain. Anguish. Heartache. What a difference a year makes. One year ago, The Wife and I found ourselves huddled tightly while the storms raged… Continue reading What A Difference A Year Makes.