Sorting out my head one blog post at a time.
I've always just said I'm not a happy crier. I don't get emotional in those big important life moments. But I'm otherwise so emotion driven, that explanation never made sense. Turns out, there's a lot more going on...
As I continue to encounter people with marriages in crisis, I've felt compelled to write again about my marriage. Because there's a piece that I haven't yet shared in the telling of our own marriage story.
A gas pump, a man named James and an impulsive decision to listen to the whisper of my heart.
I recently started a position writing for The Exodus Road, a counter human trafficking organization. The work they're doing equal parts heroic and heartbreaking.
I didn't share photos from our week in Mexico last week because I didn't want to just throw up a bunch of beautiful photos without any context. So here you go.
I find being a stay at home mom to be extremely hard. My personality was not made to be a stay at home mom. And yet here I am.
Turns out we're not headed to Cancun today after all. But thankfully we came up with an alternate [albeit much colder] plan.
It's the text that comes in the middle of an elementary band concert and suddenly makes you remember all your sadness.
"Beauty is what we knew to be true of us before we unlearned it."
-Beth Bruno
There's an inner child in me who has always longed to pick wildflowers. Today I set her free.
These Words of Mine 