Laura
Right or Wrong, the Reality of Age Gaps
Our two young sons were in the backyard jumping high, flipping, and wrestling on the trampoline with a friend who had come over to play. From the living room, we could hear their shrieks...
The Thrill and Joy of Facetime Jo
I have a back and forth, up and down relationship with all the technology that keeps us “connected.” Perhaps most people do. I often wonder how different my childhood might have been with iPads,...
Leaving Those Babies at School
It is truly something to leave your child to face the new and unknown by himself. The first day of school. I don’t think it gets much easier with the passing of time.
I cried...
Why Yes, I Do Have Three Boys
“Three boys.”
A few days ago while leaving church, this was said to me three times by three separate ladies. Raised eyebrows accompanied the short comment; one lady gave me a mere grin.
I am perfectly...
The Struggle to Find “Girl Time”
Caring for a baby is lonely, and yet incredibly heart-warming at the same time. This is a time in a woman’s life when she needs community, needs friends enduring the same life cycle, needs...
“One Day at a Time” Really? Me?
Recently a dear friend asked me, “So, how’s it going with three little boys?” I said to her, “For the first time in my life, I am taking it one day at a time.”
She...
My Perfect Mother’s Day
Last year for Mother’s Day, my husband (and two boys) gave me a generous gift certificate to a local spa, with enough credit to purchase an hour-long therapeutic massage and a pedicure. That gift...
Significant Tears {A Journey through Infertility}
Though many tears accompanied my two-year journey through infertility, there are two specific crying sessions that remain deeply implanted in my memories of those tough times.
When we started trying for a baby, we were...
Maggie’s Legacy {Child Abuse Awareness Month}
I will never forget the day I first heard the story of Maggie’s death. Maggie was a beautiful two-year-old little girl who was killed by her caregiver one afternoon while her parents were at...