is growing and showing and teaching love. Captured from the baby monitor, my daughter heard my son's early morning coos, saw that we were still asleep and went in to cuddle him. Happy Mother's Day, indeed. (p.s. Yes, she's in a tutu)
Threadbare
Tonight, as I toweled myself off after my shower, this old post popped into my head. As I looked in the mirror I saw tired eyes, hair that has not been washed since Monday morning (which is a new record, even for me. And no, Twin, it doesn't even look dirty) and I thought to myself, threadbare. The real ...
My peeps.
Just yesterday I talked about my amazing acts of loving kindness. But I have to tell you, since I first shared my story about Postpartum Depression, I have been overwhelmed by thoughtful cards, notes, messages, gifts, offers and more. I wish I could share each of them on here, as they all deserve to be recognized. Truly. ...
Burst pipes, burst tears, and the craziest week ever.
There are times when I find it difficult to find the words to type. Other times, they just come pouring out. Like a flood. I write this post from a chair in my parents' living room, in my dad's XL sweatshirt, reeling. Tears are starting to form in my eyes. Like a flood. *** This week we had historic rains. When we ...
“Paint the Rain”, a snapshot .
One category that I have not written much in as of late is Teacher Mama. That is because for this academic year my primary job is working in the home. I will resume teaching in June, and I am so excited to do so, but I do miss my kids and the special moments that they provide. Today, ...
Lindsay Docherty Photography
I've written and raved before about the magic and beauty and romance that is Lindsay Docherty Photography. Here is the final installment of my journey with Lindsay. Let me be clear in saying this: This is not a sponsored post. These photos are not c/o her business. I am writing about the phenomenal Lindsay Docherty because she ...
Time, A Haiku.
Time, could you please slow? You're moving in fast motion I cannot keep up.
Happy half birthday.
Today, my son turned six months old. His half birthday. I had such a hard time finding the words that I wanted to use to express how I am feeling. I want to do him justice. But these six months, man, they've changed my entire life. And without a doubt, this little (huge) guy has changed my life for ...
The truth is,
as I said yesterday, the days are still hard. I go to sleep very early every night in order to try to feel rested and to give my brain time to heal. But I dread it. I dread going to sleep because then it will be tomorrow, and tomorrow means my husband leaves and tomorrow means I'm ...
Some women get flowers,
but this evening, after a particularly long day, I found this on my pillow: Yes, friends. That would be a giant, all knot soft pretzel, with which I shall break Passover. Now that's love.
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