Love stories are funny things. They show up and unfold unannounced, on ordinary days, in the strangest places. In the Dunkin' Donuts line. At the airport. In the parking lot of a Def Leppard concert (oh yes loves, 'tis true). But the one I’m going to spill here, began in a sterile low light Neonatal ICU. Try and write a love song about that one, kids. She was blonde and so was he. She walked up to his isolette and thought he might be the smallest, but most adorable 1 pound baby she’d ever ... View the Post
I just came back from the mall. I was there to return newborn baby clothes. The lady at the Janie & Jack outlet commented, "Oh did they not fit?". Well, not exactly. Then she continued, even though my face and my eyes and everything about my countenance was pleading to just shut it and do the flippin' return, "But you were just here 2 days ago, isn't there something else you want to choose?" "Nope." was my reply. There was nothing in that adorable store that was going to fit the baby for ... View the Post
State of the Union
I have no good excuse whatsoever as to the length between my last post and this one. And now it's the end of the year. Instead of a thoughtful and eloquent post about reflecting on the season, taking time to enjoy, slowing down and being present...I'm taking it to the gutter. Ok, not exactly. But I've got my sassy pants on today, seems my sappy pants are in the pile of laundry that Tucker is (piece by piece) hurling out of the hamper so he can use it as a cage. For the 3rd time in the last hour. ... View the Post
Keep Calm. It’s just a Home Study.
"You'll need a completed home study." Scratch record. They're going to study this home? The one with baseboards that haven't seen a damp paper towel in oh, 7 years? The one with full strength, non-organic, whole gallon chocolate milk in the fridge. There's a dead plant on our back porch. Two on the front porch. In fact, flowers make the sign of the cross when I load them in my buggy at Lowes. There's still a Christmas candle in one of the windows. And after the social worker enters "crayon ... View the Post
Movin’ On Up
Since the day we came home, he has slept huddled in the left hand corner of the crib. Face tucked and pressed into the tiniest corner side slats as close as he can possibly get. His nose, mouth and ears protected and completely covered by the massive shell of Biscuit. His stuffed sea turtle. I don't understand how he can stand to have his whole face smothered, but as soon as I think of taking away the stuffed creature, I can't. I always wonder if he does it because for months he lived and ... View the Post
Together we are Motherhood.
I try to put my mind in her world sometimes. The mother that will choose us. I wonder outloud in my prayers and silently in quiet moments what her thoughts and fears are. As the sun rose this morning, on the day meant to honor and celebrate motherhood, what condition is her heart in? Did she feel the baby kick today? If she’s made her decision already, surely the feeling must be the ultimate manifestation of bitter and sweet. As I walk downstairs to find flowers, I wonder if she has someone in ... View the Post
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