My son is almost four, and as he gets older and into more activities, I've begun to think more about my own childhood. Not surprising I suppose (we all tend to make everything about ourselves), but I'm noticing one major difference in his world vs. my past world that's starting to concern me: The lack… Continue reading Where Are All The Kids?
In Ocala, next to a church that my parents sometimes attend, there is a small and lovely wooded area. It’s the type of woods that have you daydreaming that any minute Edward and Bella might emerge, kissing and scaling trees. At least that’s what I was daydreaming about while hiding from my family and my… Continue reading It’s Okay To Not Be Okay
A woman I have never met, and possibly will never meet carried my son in her body for 37 weeks. I remembered the nurses saying the words “37 weeks” because he was just a little bit small at birth weighing 6lbs and 8ounces, and in the couple months that followed, friends and family would ask… Continue reading True Love
Since this is a new blog site with possible new readers, I thought I'd take the opportunity with this first post to introduce myself ...but as I went to do so, I came upon a conundrum: Where do I start? I mean, who am I, really? When it comes to describing who you are to… Continue reading Who I Am
Six years ago, I had no idea how to adopt a child. Not only was I clueless, I had zero interest. The thought of adoption wasn’t even an option that entered my mind, ever. Not as a child, not as a teen and certainly not as an adult. It wasn’t even on my map. I… Continue reading How It All Measures Up
Before you, I was weak. My muscles were small. My stamina was short. Before you, I was near sighted. Unaware and adrift, I couldn’t see the majestic forest, just my few routine trees. Before you, I was naïve, ignorant and happy. Before you I was simple. You rode in with a crippling howl and collapsed… Continue reading Dear Infertility
Sitting and sweating 36,000 feet in the air on a four hour flight from Denver to Florida yesterday, my 16 month old son was inconsolable. He simply could not understand why he had to sit on our laps for that long, after all, just a day ago, he was running up mountain trails and chasing… Continue reading Exhausted, Emotional, Embarrassed and Honored.
Tomorrow morning at 8:00am I drop my one and half year-old son off at daycare and we begin another ten months of only seeing one another for a couple, precious hours a day. After a full two months together of wild adventures exploring the backyard, pointing out planes, helicopters and birds flying overhead, vrooming… Continue reading I’m A Mess
“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” ― C.S. Lewis Friday, February 19th 2016 was an ordinary day. My husband and I woke up, drank our coffee, kissed goodbye and went off to our… Continue reading Miracles That Cannot Be Counted
One year ago today I was so remarkably tired, I didn't recognize myself. One year ago today I was so deeply wounded, the once bright energy of life had been sucked out of me. One year ago today, on Valentine's Day, my heart was so broken, so torn to pieces, that I finally decided to… Continue reading Love Never Gives Up