Updated on June 21, 2017
Ahh, I’m back. What an amazing business trip to Haiti.
A business trip to Haiti? Isn’t that a place you do mission trips to instead? you might be asking.
Yes, it is a country that has had a lot of mission trips to, which is part of the reason why it took me 3 years to finally decide to sign up for a business trip to that country. Because I?ve learned a lot over the past few years how many mission trips aren?t the most beneficial, and, in fact, can be quite harmful to the
Updated on April 20, 2017
I know I’ve blogged quite a bit about the hardships in life, and I don’t mean to be a downer with my writing. I guess I’m so busy surviving the chaotic stage of raising littles that when I do get a few moments to myself, I just want to be real. And if we can’t be real with one another, then what’s the point in life?
Add the fact that I tend to be a pretty serious person, it?s kind of no surprise that my writings tend to be more on the serious side. And John
Posted on March 1, 2017
Whiplash and grief. These two words were given to me by my therapist on my visit to her office last Spring after I shared with her all that went down in my life the previous two years. These two words accurately described those tumultuous years. When I first arrived at my therapist’s office, I felt disoriented. Not lost but definitely at a loss.
Judah was 6 months old at this time, and I was still reeling from his unexpected presence in my life. I fell in love with Judah
Posted on February 14, 2017
The first time I encountered alcohol in my life was in third grade.
My friend invited me over to her house to play after school one day, and when I walked in, I saw her dad in a recliner holding a bottle of beer and watching tv. I froze and felt a rising inward panic.
Why, you may ask?
Because as a kid, I understood alcohol as a bad thing. And in my kid logic, that meant bad people drank alcohol and alcohol made people do bad things.
All I remember from that day was watching her dad from the kitchen,
Updated on September 15, 2016
As you all know, it’s been a couple crazy years for us. We’ve experienced job insecurity, financial loss, broken relationships, adoption delay, and an unexpected third child – and that’s just in our personal lives. Add to this the ongoing injustices done to black, brown, queer, and/or female bodies in our nation, and I find myself reeling from hurt and pain, anger and rage.
How easy it is to live in love towards one another and yet it seems so
Posted on May 7, 2016
As a mother, I am so incredibly fried.
Anyone else feeling that way?
I have an amazing husband and 3 beautiful children and yet…
the sleep deprivation, the discipline, the nursing, the changing of diapers, the battles at bedtime, the sibling fights, the messes, the dishes, the laundry, the toys, the lack of privacy, the constant ?mom! mom! mom!?, the nagging, the tattling, the grocery shopping, the grocery bill, THE EXHAUSTION OF IT ALL is enough for me to want to curl up in a
Updated on June 9, 2016
(Trigger: this post contains detailed accounts of birth and pain)
For those of you who are friends with me on social media, you’ve already seen some of our photos from our homebirth. And can I just say how thankful I am for our photographers? They sure captured such beautiful moments that day! Thank you so much Erica Morrow Photography and St. Paul Photo Co.!
For those interested, I thought I?d give a summary of our birthing day, especially since this was our last (home)birth. This post
Posted on November 3, 2015
Friends, we are 5 weeks into postpartum, and while my brain is fried from sleep deprivation, my heart is so very full.
Holding sweet Judah in my arms has changed so many things for me.
Before he was born, I was nervous I wouldn’t feel bonded to him. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to love him as much as I love our girls. I feared the unknown.
But once he was in my arms and I was able to take in all his tiny features and kiss his squishy cheeks, the love in my heart exploded and
Posted on September 11, 2015
Guys. We are just 1 week’ish away from baby being here. I can’t believe it! He’s moving around like crazy and causing me to pee every hour but even with the interrupted sleep and my terribly slow waddle, I am FINALLY, finally at a place where I feel ready to welcome him at his birth. Let me explain.
As most of you know, this sweet baby was a ?whoops?. We didn?t mean to get pregnant. And because of that reason, this pregnancy has been the most emotional pregnancy
Posted on May 10, 2015
This winter was the hardest winter our family has experienced in the past six years.
Having lost our income for several months to becoming unexpectedly pregnant to letting go of a lifelong dream as well as having my best friend be nearly killed by a drunk driver, I had hit a new low as a wife, mom, and friend.
The problem with hitting a new low, however, is that life must go on. I still have to take care of our children, I still have to be a wife, and I even have to take a shower