A letter for my little man, who I love more than the stars. Something for him to read through when facing a questionable moment. Archer, my Man!, I love you. I’m not perfect at showing you that I love you all the time. I yell and get angry and I know that makes you wonder. … Continue reading Letter to My Little Man
You just read that title and thought “I know my kid is mortal. I’ve faced this.” And I would agree with you before my daughter was diagnosed with cancer. But I didn’t realize what my child’s mortality really was until it slapped me in the face. I knew, when I got pregnant, that I had… Continue reading The Moment You Face Your Child’s Mortality
My daughter cried today. So hard I almost couldn’t understand what she was saying when I asked her to talk about it. But I had to restart my own sentence because my own voice croaked. I was crying too. See, I listen to NPR on the way home with Sophie so that we can talk… Continue reading My daughter cried today.
3:30 a.m. Tuesday morning. I have Sophie tucked into her booster seat behind me. Butterfly pillow between her head and her brother’s car seat as she leans into it. Sugar-skull covered fluffy blanket over her. She’s still in her Lego movie pajamas and falls right back to sleep once I get the truck moving. I… Continue reading Feeling Squishy
I have three kids. I love the hell out of each and every one of them and wouldn’t trade a minute with them. But I had NO idea what I was getting into. When you are young and in love you think “I want a child that looks like him.” or “Maybe our children will… Continue reading What Every Person Who Wants a Kid Should Be Told.
It’s not easy being a woman in 2016 in the South. I’d wager it’s not easy being a woman in 2016 anywhere, but since I’ve had my son, I’ve realized that it’s also not easy being a man or growing up as a boy in 2016, either. As the wife of an amazing man and… Continue reading A REAL Man…
My husband is a man of many colors, a renaissance man with many cloaks and many talents. He is humble and kind and doesn’t think much of himself, which is ridiculous, but I can hardly change him or how he sees himself after 14 years. Much like myself, his soul was marred by our daughter’s… Continue reading Homage to Chemo Dads
My grandmother died somewhere around 14 years ago. I realized that this evening while I was reading something regarding the Lilo and Stitch movie. Why do these two things connect for me? When I was 8, I think, my grandparents moved to Honolulu. And I was blessed with being able to visit them a number… Continue reading Dear Grandma
He can quote any movie in the most perfect way for any given circumstance. He smells incredible, and it’s not cologne, it’s just him. So when he sweats, it’s just more of him, so it’s just more incredible. His smile makes his blue eyes look darker and they actually, honestly, twinkle. That same twinkle that… Continue reading Reasons I love my husband
I’m gonna go ahead and copyright some of this stuff… some of it’s going in the book. Yeah… Monday came and went with a spectacular whooshing sound, and no fun filled Sophie-isms were supplied. I am a negligent and bad blogger. Don’t pout. There are worse things. Like dried up dry-erase markers. That is worse. … Continue reading Monday Tradition VERY Late… cause apparently I suck.