There is this thing about motherhood, the often quoted words–the days are long and the years are short. Cliche’d words, maybe, but words said often are said often for a reason. They are truth, perhaps. The big days are easy to remember, aren’t they? The milestones, the trips, the wild adventures, and the momentous moments....
The early days when everything is new. Adjustments are happening. Hearts are bursting. When the experience of this new love can’t be contained in words. The heart pounding, soul-filling joy that arrives when you see a sisterhood begin to bloom. There are not words, I know. Still, as I walked away from Eric and Emily’s...
The early days of bringing baby home are some of the hardest, most beautiful, most exhausting, most wonderful days. The utter exhaustion, the delight, the mess, the wondering which way is up and where did I leave my coffee cup, and when did I shower last, and did I eat today and what did we...
The house is quiet now. Three little humans continue to sleep upstairs, completely unaware of the golden light that pours through the windows. A glance toward the back patio reveals towels thrown carelessly off in the midst of sprinkler play. In the quiet, my eyes scan the room and I notice the crumbs left behind...
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