The first one. There were lots more “firsts” with Ronan while I was pregnant with Ruby. His first cold, and our first week without Brock home. First boo-boos, first time peeing outside, first major temper tantrum. We started getting concerned about Ronan’s language development around 18 months old, when we recognized (after a visit from my mom and dad) that… Read More
History of Me: Part Ten
Ten parts seems like so many. Start at the very beginning. (A very good place to start.) The bookstore near our house was really wonderful. First, because it was close by, and second, because it had a coffee shop on the second floor where there wasn’t a ton of foot traffic. It was quiet, and lovely, and had many tables… Read More
History of me: Part Nine
Start back at Part One Several weeks later, I still didn’t have an ultrasound job. I had been on multiple interviews, and had really good prospects, but my self confidence was starting to wane. I didn’t know how to get a job in the ultrasound field and my lack of experience was hugely limiting. I started casting my net farther… Read More
History of Me: Part Eight
Part One is here. Brock loved me. I loved him. We dove in just like that. Those two weeks were a whirlwind. Restaurant dates and lake days and every moment spent together without pause. We laughed so much. The new love butterflies that catch you and take you over. “Where did my lips go?” (Try kissing someone and then smiling… Read More
He’s My Husband.
There is a wonderful person in my life. Someone I feel lucky to know, and lucky to be around. Someone I am proud of every single day. Someone that makes me feel special, no matter what happens. He holds me when I’m sad. He makes me laugh. He kisses like he means it. His son is the center of his… Read More
Tee Hee!
I’ve been reading back through my old Xanga archives, trying to find something fun to post today. What I found was this. I remember writing it, but I don’t remember realizing how good it was! This made me smile. From my Xanga Archives – 12/27/2007 Umm… I wrote a mushy poem. Why not share it? ————————————————————————— My love for Brock… Read More