I wish she wouldn't take a photo of this. I don't want anyone to see this. I squirmed around in my blue linen dress, my cheeks flushed and shame filling my heart as our photographer friend took photographs of our little family. I sat on our living room couch, feeding my ten day old son …
On seasons of waiting [and the unchanging character of God]
I looked down at my left hand, nails freshly painted red. The new diamond ring on my hand glimmered as the light from the small window hit it. It was a Sunday, and traditional Christmas carols lifted from our lips to the rafters of the venue where our church met on Sundays. Noel, Noel, come …
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A New Mom’s Holiday Gift Guide
We are nine weeks postpartum over here and surviving day by day. I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been a harder transition than I anticipated--but in all things God is faithful and we are thankful for family, community, and grace as we have navigated the first two months of sleepless nights (and days), …
On birth [a letter to our firstborn son]
The warmth from your chest melted on to my own, chilled and shaking from three hours of pushing you out of me. In the end, it wasn’t enough. And men and women in blue scrubs filled the room, preparing to intervene. The doctor, white hair and wrinkles around his eyes, tied a mask around his …
On preparing to be a parent [and the things we just can’t prepare for]
I am less than 3 weeks away from our due date. This amount of time feels both super close and terribly far away. Both exciting and terrifying. Baby bird [who is a boy--for those of you who only follow the blog] is kicking and moving and our midwife keeps calling him a little peanut because …
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On motherhood and fear [and the only prayer that really matters]
It started filling me the moment I saw those two pink lines there in the bathroom on Christmas Eve. The test, plastic and insignificant to most people walking through the grocery store aisle suddenly became the most significant object I've known as I laid it on the small edge of the counter by the sink. …
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On Celery Juice [and why it’s become a part of my daily routine]
Just the other morning, half awake and half dressed (Those pregnancy night hot flashes are no joke), I stumbled in to the living room and saw my husband half asleep on the couch. He didn’t have his glasses on and he peered at me with groggy, dark eyes as I kissed him on the forehead. …
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