Without Her

Without Her

You think about her. Sometimes it is when your little one calls you momma, or reaches for you, or snuggles in close. Other times it is when you are in the middle of an ordinary day and you look at your baby and remember the gift. You remember the offering. And you...
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How to Change the World in One Day

The events that unfolded on the other side of the world last week have left none of us untouched. We have all been changed. Yes – changed. When hundreds of people were attacked as they went about their normal lives… it is just too much. The holidays are coming,...
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Dear Kids’ Church Worker

Dear Kids’ Church Worker – You fed them donuts didn’t you? The left over ones from the lobby? Or maybe they were animal crackers or goldfish. Maybe those circle vanilla wafers?? Whatever their snack was… they sure loved it. Because let’s be honest they aren’t too...
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A Different Sort of Stretch Mark

I put this stinky cream on my belly twice a day while I was pregnant with my son in an attempt to avoid stretch marks. I read that certain foods helped with skin elasticity and that there were vitamins I could take to help my skin heal as well. But if the lotions and...
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Why I Let Her Dress Like That in Public

Getting my daughter dressed for school is one of my least favorite parts of my morning routine. Well, that is until today. Today, I decided to do things a little differently. I guess if we want to be technical, I actually made this decision late last night after my...
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To the Momma of the Anxious Child

Okay, we’ve done this every morning for the last nine weeks. It’s the same classroom, the same teachers, the same kids. We know how the morning will go, and that mommy comes to pick you up after you play outside and you eat your snack. It’s the same every single day....
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I Had a Miscarriage

It was a simple picture posted to social media. A man sitting behind his wife with his arms wrapped around her… hands gently resting on the sides of her tummy. She wore the world’s brightest smile and a shirt that read, “Momma-To-Be.” It was how they would announce…...
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Calling All Bloggers

When I first began blogging in 2013, I had no idea what I was doing. I mean… I suppose that is not completely accurate. I knew how to operate a basic WordPress blog, because I was a photographer, and I kept a blog to showcase my work. But I had no idea how to...
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To My Husband Now That I’m Mommy

Maybe I should have said this a long time ago. Maybe this is the heart behind many of my other writings. Maybe I should have just found a few minutes to put into words what my heart has wanted to say for a while now. So, to my sweet husband, a few things I want NEED...
For My Daughter and For Yours

For My Daughter and For Yours

Yesterday, I took a picture with my daughter and posted it to Facebook. In the caption, I wrote: “She thinks you’re beautiful momma. You are just her favorite. They say that the relationship between a girl and her momma changes over time. They warn us that one...
The Best of Me

The Best of Me

  Well, the day is over. The kids are in bed, and I’m sitting here knowing that tomorrow pretty much looks just like today. Because while the details might be slightly different, the pattern of endless giving and caring and pouring my heart out won’t change....
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