This Week: An Ode

To blanket forts, on repeat.    To boys wrestling with babies.    And the taste of wood.  To more days like these.  

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This Week: An Ode

To sheep. The warmth of wool is wonderful, especially on single-digit days.    To the current state of my bookshelf: wooden toy being reglued, books, cords, and papers in between. A work in progress. Lots of works in progress.    To this little eater big eater. Loves everything. Especially cheese, quiche, grapes, bananas. . .  …

Joy and Finding It

"Don't you just love it?!" A dear friend asked over the holidays. She was referring to being the mother of three little people. Her question made me pause a little. I couldn't answer "yes" confidently. Our conversation continued. This friend is the mother of one of my high school friends and she just oozes joy. …

This Week: An Ode

To this little munchkin, his accelerating mobility. . . and his propensity for getting stuck in interesting places.    To Romesco sauce.    To a rearranged living room with more space for train-track-building and crazy dance parties.    To homemade crackers, cheese, salami, and fresh veggies. It doesn't get much better than that. To more …

Metamorphosis

Last week, we found cicadas emerging from their exoskeletons. We'd seen the empty shells before, brittle and brown, still clinging to the tree bark. Each one split down the back and empty. But this time, we found them as they were bursting bright green through their shells. We watched as their wet wings unfurled. It …

Mother-of-Three

Today, I'm grateful for repentance. Never in my life have I felt like I need it more. Adjusting to mothering three small people has been difficult. Honestly, there are some days that things go smoothly and I feel happy and confident in this role and I am able to role with the punches (sometimes literal …