A record of the incessant and trivial chatter running through my head.
Category Archives: letters to my loves.jpg) I’ve spent the last hour reading, re-reading, reliving, re-experiencing Meadow’s birth, life, and her journey into the world. Certainly, her entrance into the world isn’t one of heroic proportions. It’s not a story noticed by anyone. I have no war stories or battle wounds to tell about. Her entrance into the world was, thankfully, unremarkable […] .jpg) It’s hard to believe. So hard to believe. It’s been 10 years. Ten years since our lives changed. Ten years since our hearts were cracked wide open and a kind of love we never knew existed was born. Ten years since the world looked different–more beautiful and more scary all at the same time. It’s […] .jpg) Every year I do this. Every year, on this day, I come to this space and I shut out all the noise and remember. Every year on this day, I block out everything else and I allow my mind the room to think back on the remarkable memories of this day. I remember the dark […] .jpg) Three little pumpkins currently sit on our kitchen table. Their bright orange color accented by drawings beautifully representing each of our three children. A smirky, scary face crafted by Charlie, a little girl with long hair artfully drawn by Chanelle, flanked by her neatly written name, and for Meadow–a circle with four lines reaching from […] |
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