So you know those seasons in life where you are like, “I am killin’ it.” But then you realize it was because there was just no opposition? There was no catalyst to cause the ugliness sitting dormant inside of you to rise to the surface or spew out of your mouth? Like when you are not … More Catalyst.
My two year old, Wesley, is hilarious; destructively, stubbornly, illogically, curiously, maddeningly adorably hilarious. Given, most 2 year olds are hilarious with a good dose of perspective. But today as we were driving along in my rockin’ minivan, I glanced in my rearview mirror at Wesley, and with a huge grin on his face and with his cute little … More I hate you.
Many have asked if and how I told my boys about our loss… Honestly, I don’t know how to sidestep reality, and didn’t really prepare all that much about how or when I would tell them… As I walked in the door from our appointment, Tucker {7} looked up at me with his big blue eyes … More Speaking of Heaven
It’s the only word I have to describe today. Flooded. After processing last night through my fingers and posting this in the wee hours of the morning, I could never have anticipated what would come of it today… I admit, when you have 3 little men 7,4 and 2, there is not really time to be … More Flooded
Grief is an odd thing. They say it comes in waves. So true. Today I had an ultrasound, the first ultrasound for this little #4. And yet, it was very unlike my other three. The big black chasm on the screen that has always before encased a miniature beating heart, head oversized and limbs just … More No Heartbeat.
So, while I am at it, I thought it would be fun to share another of Tucker’s bedtime revelations. 🙂 The other night, I was snuggling in the bottom bunk with my middle, Bennett, who had promptly fallen asleep. Up on the top bunk, Tucker had been quiet for a bit, when he suddenly erupted … More Bedtime Chats… Part Deux.
My oldest son, Tucker, is 7 years old. He is a thinker, that one. Artistic and focused and serious. And he loves words like I do. At 3, he asked for ” a little compassion” when he was overwhelmed. Seriously. I looked at him and couldn’t decide if I had just misheard his little 3 year … More Bedtime Chats…
I have missed you! I must confess this whole driving, walking thing has been altogether too exciting. I am settling down from feeling 16 again and working to guard my margins so that weeks don’t go by without time and space to process and write and practice being present as these last several months have taught me … More A week in the life…
THE TETHERING PLACE 