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Happy Birthday to my First Girl

Oh friends. The suitcases are (FINALLY) put away, there is still a box or ten to unpack in the house and we are simultaneously mourning the end of the summer o’ cousins and celebrating the end of the epic move to the woods.  And yesterday (I mean 10 ish days ago) we celebrated a happiest of birthdays for our J Girl, the last night with cousins, and old friends in a new place with our first bonfire (and more birthday s’mores) at our...

Happy Birthday (ish) Second Son.

Dear Second Son, on the occasion of your second birthday  two weeks and two days after your second birthday.In Hebrew the meaning of the name John is: Jehovah has been gracious; has shown favor. Indeed He has shown great favor in granting you to us. You bring us such joy-you, the unapologetic mama’s boy who must always be close by. You haven’t grown out of needing to snuggle up skin to skin, the heart blood and safety of my arms around yours. In...

Choices, yelling, and my scarcity of blog posts.

Oh my dear faithful friends. I have been absent here. Mostly because I am exhausted. This parenting/pregnancy/toddlerhood/moving prep is no joke and I am worn down, emotional and so very tired. We have had a string of sick days, coupled with the fact that the boys are not sleeping again, which makes for difficult days full of cranky Huggins. In addition, I have struggled in this season with the right words to say, and the time to say it. In...

Made To Be (And big news).

So this will come as no surprise to my long term readers. I struggle so much with my purpose on this hunk of dirt and rocks. STOP THE PRESSES. Here and here as a writer.  This one, and this, and my favorite, (as a Christian), and here and here as a mother. Pretty sure there is more, but I just spent an hour going down the internet hole of old blog posts and it’s late and I’m tired … But friends? On a day like...

To The Wee Man On Your Fourth Birthday

(Editor’s note: Fair Trade Friday will return next week. The birthday trumps it.) Dear Wee Man, on the occasion of your fourth birthday. You know, it took us twelve hours to name you. We had two boy names and two girl names ready-and couldn’t choose among them-so we believed when we met you that we would just know. And when you came out all red and squalling, I could see before the doctor even told me that I would lose...

Keep (Five Minute Friday)

(It’s my Five Minute Friday on Wednesday, y’all). KEEP. It’s just before midnight and Second Son has been squalling in his bed, inconsolable and ANGRY at being awake, punching me when I attempt to comfort him. I’m sprawled across my covers, tears pooling at the knowledge of how much sleep we are all missing. It’s not the first night he’s done this, and part of my bone-tiredness comes from his older brother springing awake each morning before five and refusing to nap later....