It’s been a long time since I’ve put pen to paper, finger to key, derrière’ to office chair. But my how I’ve missed the gratification that comes from recording our memories. I’ve never been diligent at keeping up with baby books, so my personal blog is the place I would go to record little anecdotes of our life. But, after tucking the kids into bed, lately I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury my head in a pillow or veg out on the couch with some dark chocolate covered almonds.
The death of a child is unimaginable. Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you ponder what their life would be like.
Tonight not only did she know I loved her, but she knew every single reason why.
A hopeful Mother sees the strength of girls through the eyes of her young son. The future, it turns out, will be full of strong and capable women.
By Vicky Willenberg. I have made a conscious effort to keep you ladies in mind as I've raised my boys.
Growing up isn’t easy but parenting isn’t simple. You can’t always get what you want when you want it, and I can’t always do what makes my life easier. I
Dear mom sitting across from me, I will add you in my prayer, if you will add me in yours. Together we will sit here in silence and pray our children healthy.
By Stacey Conner. I like sweets. I like treating my kids. We often eat sugar, baked goods, and even candy. But some weeks, I feel like it’s inappropriate for me to add a treat onto all the crap they’ve eaten at ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.
Motherhood has no KPIs. But every day feels like a performance review.
Perfect father leaves the baby in the car; mother who can’t keep track of anything is relieved.