Living. And loving. And hurting.
In light of recent events, I think it would have been totally understandable if I had sat on the couch all weekend and felt sorry for myself. And while that sounds like something I might actually DO, I decided… not to. I kept percocet’s with me to handle the pain, and a purse full of pads. I took it easy,… Read More
Such a strange word. Miscarriage. To carry something improperly. I haven’t written because I haven’t been ready to share EVERYTHING yet. Sometimes, we hold our cards a little closer to our chest until we’re ready to lay them down. Brock and I decided we were ready to start expanding our family again. We started trying in January. Fertile myrtle, I… Read More
It’s been a while since I posted a video. Oops. This one just makes me smile.
Ronan and I went to the park yesterday with some neighbors. We brought a picnic lunch and a blanket, and planned to hang around outside for a couple of hours. With Ronan routinely missing his morning nap lately, I wasn’t very optimistic of a great trip, but I had my fingers crossed and hoped for the best. We got to… Read More
I have been reading, lately. Reading and reading and reading. Blogs upon blogs. Thousands of words. I have read nearly the whole archive of Maddie, both ups and downs, great joy and utter despair. I have followed the Countdown To Poppy’s 1st Birthday with laughter and smiles. Layla Grace, Anissa, Cate, and Nic… such a small sampling of the blogs… Read More
Every now and then, I get down and feel sorry for myself. Every now and then, I feel guilty for the life that I have, and wonder why I don’t appreciate it more. Every now and then, I go a little bit crazy and wish things weren’t the way they are. And then, I do something silly. I read a… Read More
