Somethings (and #febphotoaday/16)

16. Something New On May 31, 2008, as the saxophone played, I held onto my dad's arm and walked, down a peony-lined runner, towards my forever. I had something old, a headpiece made of champagne and ivory seed pearls, worn by my Nanny on her wedding day; I had something borrowed, the tiny, gold wedding band, that had been on my Mommom's own finger ...

I just want to say,

that I feel very grateful that I have a partner who not only takes care of our family every day, but who also takes extra special care of me when I'm sick. A partner who surprised me with the special Amish Egg Custard that my Nanny used to deliver to me when I was little, and the certain type of ...

Oh,

and in case you thought that my Nanny missed out on all of the fun on what she once told me was her very favorite holiday.... She most certainly did not.

Pennies from heaven

If you know me, you know that I have a thing for feathers. They mean something to me; they serve as signs from the Universe and they remind me that my lost loved ones are near. They are a part of my deeply superstitious nature, and I believe in their power. But, feathers are not the only symbols that have ...

Memories

Maybe it's a new mom thing; Maybe it's because I'm trying to hold onto every moment, to take in every everything about every minute, as time seems to be racing by; Maybe it's just me, but, just this week, I've been overcome and overwhelmed by memories. They keeps sneaking up on me. Like when I was searching around in the lazy susan in the ...

I told you so!

So, for all of you naysayers who scoffed at my earlier declaration that my 16 week old daughter said the word "Becca" this morning, check this out: This evening, my husband had his own encounter of the talking-baby-kind. And let me tell you, the man was excited. "BEC! I SWEAR TO YOU, SHE SAID HI! SHE SAID HI TO ME!" "REALLY?!?!?!" "I SWEARRRRRR. I said, ...

A Baby Story, Chapter 5: A Happy Ending

D-day had arrived. Or, should I say, D-night. D-night, as in due night. D night as in delivery night. D night as in “Do you think I can really do this? With no drugs?” D is for drug free, don’t you know. My water was broken, My contractions were steady, My IV was in, It was, Actually, Really, Truly, No doubt about it, Happening. Yet, still, there were ...

slumber party

Sweet sleep. I can remember the days of sleeping on my very own schedule, in my very own bed, to my very own heart's desire. That changed once we expanded our family. And I'm not talking about when we had a baby. No, our sleep has not been our own since we brought home our first child, an extremely rare ...