I didn't even know how weary my soul was until I found the rest it was longing for.
When I stopped working last year, I had a vague idea of what being a stay-at-home mom would be like. But no one had prepared me for the reality of the biggest adjustment.
I wrote this an assignment for my writing class. So I'm limited to 300 words. But the world should know what kind of man I married.
It's the last day of 2013 and I really, really want to write a post. I have a lot of other things on my to do list today but for now they wait. Big moments of 2013 ... let's see. There were a couple milestone birthdays. My son turned one and I turned 35. Then... Continue Reading →
Being a mom is weird. Half the time I still feel like I'm the kid. Like I'm pretending to be a grownup. Like I'm playing house. So when is it that I actually start feeling like a grownup? Does that ever happen? Yesterday morning Cara got a small splinter in her finger. It was her... Continue Reading →
I'm 35 today. I was thinking yesterday about my last milestone birthday. I took a vacation to Hawaii with some friends. It was an awesome way to celebrate 30. But one of the reasons I decided to take a trip was so that I wasn't disappointed with whatever people did (or didn't) do for my... Continue Reading →
I know lots of girls grow up dreaming of being a mom. I'm not one of them. In fact, until I was married, I wasn't sure I even wanted to have children at all. Then four months after our wedding I got pregnant and figured I better get on board with God's plan for me.... Continue Reading →
That's how long it took Cara to take her first steps. We have been waiting for this day for a long time, so when it finally arrived, it called for immediate celebration. We dropped everything and went out for gelato. (We thought that her first gelato was an appropriate treat for the little Italian.) When... Continue Reading →
As the mother of a 16-month-old and another on the way, I've been thinking a lot of the kind of parent I want to be. How much do I shelter my kids from the world? How much do I let them learn things "the hard way?" How much do I protect them? What is my... Continue Reading →
In the final few weeks before BabyGio arrives, I've been surrounding myself with as many babies as possible. I figure it's kind of like learning a language by immersion.So last week my sister brought her kiddos for a picnic lunch at the park across the street. Moriah, my six-month-old niece, got to experience the bliss... Continue Reading →