I stared in disbelief at the two pink lines. Pregnant. The tears came to my eyes a little more slowly than they had come the first time, and for a different reason. Before, when I’d learned I . . .
The calendar turned to a new year. December faded beautifully away. Only to welcome the bitter cold, January mornings when the light slips through the clouds to find it’s way through my living room . . .
You're not that tiny newborn anymore. You love your blankie and that paci. You are always dragging something around. Most of the time it's that blankie, but you really like that little dog that sings . . .
With October being the month where we remember and think about the precious little lives that left us too soon it was my hearts desire to write a post for you.. What would I write to you? I had no . . .
To my friend who has lost a baby, these are all the things I wanted to say to you but didn’t know how. This sucks. It does. I know I’m not supposed to say that because it’s not very . . .
I've been thinking so much about you lately. Our pregnancies will look much different. Your baby will grow in your belly, and both of mine have grown in my heart. You'll experience sweet little kicks . . .
I grew up going to church every time the doors were open. I went to Awanas and memorized all the verses. I won the Bible drills, every time. I spent time with Jesus “first thing in the morning” . . .
It was one of our hottest summers here in South Carolina. The sun was shining. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the sky was so blue I wanted to bottle it up and save some for later. But I was sitting . . .
Less than 1% chance. I still remember the look on his face as he said those words. The doctor that had long been labeled cold, with no bedside manner – he had the look of compassion. He was talking . . .
Hope. A four letter word that has largely defined my entire life. This hope led me to blessings that have been more than I could have ever dreamed. I am the mother of two, and one of my children . . .