Eight years ago today, I had no idea that I was about to die. As the contractions swept over my body and I gripped your daddy's hand, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted you.
But it wasn't until you lay in my arms, bloodied and crying, small and perfect, that I … [Read More...]
As the first day of school approaches, these are the words I give you.
May you have a heart of gratitude. When each class ends, I hope that you say thank you - to the teacher that encouraged you, the student that made you think, the volunteer that passed out the paper plates. I hope … [Read More...]
I just realized we've been together longer than we've been apart. I was sixteen when you surveyed that Algebra classroom and chose the seat next to mine.
How could I have known that a blonde-haired boy would forever change the course of my life?
But then again, you have … [Read More...]
I won't say that parenting was easy with two.
Parenting is hard, whether you are rocking one bitty baby in your arms or managing the schedules of a flock of seven children. I will say, however, that we were surprisingly comfortable with two. We were baby wearers, organic eaters, and … [Read More...]
It all started harmless enough.
We were eighteen years old and on top of the world. Someone proposed toilet papering the trees and writing our class name on sidewalk chalk. That night, at least twenty of us (maybe forty?) snuck into the campus in the pitch dark.
I remember feeling … [Read More...]