you have been grace to me. from the moment we sat for those three hours and talked away that class i didn't really want to go to anywa...

i've been told this little one could come any day... i feel  like she could come any day. and my older three, the ones who sense th...

i had wanted to document these days better. they are the last ones and i don't want to forget... i don't want to forget how differ...

i don't think it matters. i think i'm becoming bold enough to say those words. i don't think it matters... you came home...

it's up there on our bedroom wall - that moment captured eleven years ago after our i do 's had been said and you had kissed me for ...

it's the first of october and by now, i would have thought sweaters and socks and red noses would have been a part of our days. i even...

the sun is setting earlier and the air is turning crisper... i leave the windows open to let fall sneak in. and it was on an evening th...

ending moments are always the hardest, the most difficult. especially when they are drawn out and still need to be lived through. Jesus...

they came back this spring, as slowly as this season appeared. one by one they began buzzing circles around small bodies and little ones w...

he comes home to find me a mess. packages of chicken thighs that normally hold a set amount all wrapped up in prepackaged plastic are each m...

He woos me on valentines day. He doesn't have to. He has already won my heart. this heart that has a tendency to burn so hot and...

i have stood on a frozen field with my face lifted up to a night sky alive and dancing with the blues and greens and purples of the northern...

there are times and days and moments where the words become small and hushed and few. where moments gain moment...

it's when tensions run high that i find myself in that tiny room just off of our garage. when everyone is tired and dinner takes 2 hou...

they sizzle and pop in that pot on my stove, those onions all translucent in butter. and i reach for that old wooden spoon, the one...

i remember the very first time i talked to you. the room was warm and sunny and i was a nervous wreck, i was sure i would disappoint ...

she stands there behind that register. she shifts from foot to foot. her shoulders are slumped as though she feels defeated... as thou...

this post finds my heart undescribably full. overwhelmingly so, that the words keep stopping and i keep restarting and still, still  t...

i began this blog in may, 2006. and like i've stated so many times since then, the purpose was to let those living far away join in on...

it struck me today, in the quiet of this evening, as little ones sleep and tony lies exhausted in our bed, that it has been a year. i...