The Last First Time

The Last First Time

When I was pregnant with my oldest (now four), every part of pregnancy was exciting. I called my husband to tell him every time that the baby had hiccups. I posted the baby’s size and latest developments to my Facebook account every week. Oh, and I went to visit labor...
A Response to the Unwritten Letter

A Response to the Unwritten Letter

Dear friend, Your heart is safe here with me. It is a brave thing to admit that you aren’t as okay as you claim to be most days. It is okay to concede that maybe you need a little help. I know that most days you can keep your fears under control. Those whispers of...
What You Won’t Find on Google

What You Won’t Find on Google

There are some things that you just cannot Google. I mean, I suppose that you could enter whatever search terms that you wanted, but there are certain things that even “Dr. Google,” and “Peace of Mind Google,” and “Am I Normal Google” cannot answer. I joked with my...
The Last First Time

The Truth About Ruining Your Kids

The first diaper that I ever changed was my son’s. I didn’t have any younger siblings or family members. I hadn’t spent my teenage years babysitting. The opportunity had just never presented itself. What a shame – I know. I did open a package of newborn diapers about...
But First, I Am His Wife

But First, I Am His Wife

We danced in the rain on our wedding day. It was an indoor wedding – but the severity of the storm had blown the rain through the glass doors and onto the floor of the reception hall. The power had gone out many hours before, but from small laptop speakers, we played...
The Last First Time

Anyone Else Tired of Hiding Their Mess?

When we built our house on the edge of town a few years back, we knew that we would eventually have neighbors on our street, and we looked forward to hopefully having another young family in the area. When that sweet young family built and moved in, I wish that I...
To Wives & Mommies Who Need More Time

To Wives & Mommies Who Need More Time

After the last hugs were given and my kids were tucked into bed, I made my way towards the kitchen. I rinsed the few dishes that had been used since dinner, and I wiped down my counters. I made my final rounds of locking doors and turning off unnecessary lights. I...
Daddies Love Just as Much as Mommies

Daddies Love Just as Much as Mommies

A few years ago, shortly after my daughter was born, I found myself in an intense “momma bear” phase. I was the one who stayed at home with the kids while my husband went to work. Unfortunately, there was no shortage of reminding him of this. “You work out there. I...
You Call Me Out Upon the Water

You Call Me Out Upon the Water

We aren’t the spontaneous type. With two preschoolers, we try to stay ahead of whatever chaos is eminent. This requires planning – planning to go to the grocery store, planning to go run common errands, planning when we will eat and nap and play. Life doesn’t always...
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