6,570 Days
Dear Mom, Six thousand, five hundred and seventy days. It's hard to believe I've lived for 6,570 days, and now…
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Dear Mom, Six thousand, five hundred and seventy days. It's hard to believe I've lived for 6,570 days, and now…
Continue ReadingIt felt like the little years would last forever. He would always need me for something, no matter the time…
Continue ReadingWhen Aiden, my spirited and curious 11-year-old, asks about the early days of his sister Lexi’s life, he doesn’t remember…
Continue ReadingI sheepishly called my new-er friend. “Hi, Addy, I don’t want to be a bother, so if you’re busy, don’t…
Continue Reading“Karmen, why didn’t you ever fear, dread, or shed any tears?” I asked my daughter. “Because God told me He…
Continue ReadingI said goodbye to two today. The very last toddler in our home. You still have those squishy cheeks, those…
Continue ReadingA woman—a mother—in our community passed away unexpectedly, her youngest was the same age as one of our kids. From…
Continue ReadingI remember the exact moment it hit me. My newborn daughter, swaddled in a receiving blanket, was cradled in my…
Continue ReadingThis thing happened today. This big, monumental, right-of-passage thing. I sent my eldest son to school this morning, just like…
Continue ReadingIt’s easy for a 9-year-old to become overwhelmed by the excitement of a busy birthday party—that is all the more…
Continue ReadingSometimes we forget. We forget the joy of being a mom. We forget that we once looked ahead expectantly to…
Continue ReadingThis year, two colleagues and I submitted a poster titled Feeling at Home, Away from Home for my organization’s annual…
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