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Happy Birth Day Baby Girl

My dearest darling baby girl.Welcome to the world. (August 25, 3:58 pm).Your journey through it will resemble your journey into it.Chaotic, messy, beautiful. Lots of tears. You shine bright in our story, your threads, they are stitching you minute by minute into the everchanging weave of our hearts. And oh, my sweet girl of grace, you are born into a broken and weary world. Weary of war, of hate, of sin. I am breaking wide open to fit the shape of you, breaking wide open at...

An Update: (No human baby yet, but keep reading).

Oh friends. Let’s recap the last 72 hours at the Huggins family circus. I feel perhaps the best way is to start with my Facebook statuses (statii??) Monday 9:15 pm: “Y’all. Pray for my little family. Less than two weeks to go and my hormones are Out. Of. Control. I was awful today. AWFUL. I would like for them to still like me after this baby is born. Seriously. Pray for my patience and my physical and emotional state. And...

Moving: Part Two

Oh friends. I am still having ALL THE EMOTIONS. We moved from our dear 403 house, our home for the last three years, into the hotel last weekend. I very much loved this house, but what grieves me more than leaving the walls that literally held me up through a very hard deployment, is leaving the community it represents. Remember, I”m not finished here. (This happened here …. ) We are officially in the grieving stage of this move –...

Memorial Day: The Wrecking

It is surprising how grief changes over the years. Some things I know, I expect. The edges of the wound soften over time. The fear fades, mostly. We aren’t sad every day. Some things I don’t. Nine years and change later, you see a picture on Facebook of a Volkswagon Beetle, remember being the unwilling participant in a particularly hardhitting game of punchbug, and you find yourself tearing up while you paint your guest bedroom because her life stopped, and...

Moving: Part One. Goodbye is Hard.

I’m working on expectation management these days. That is a common term between the husband and I. When big things are coming, we try hard to sit down ahead of time and work out what the other person is thinking so we have a rough idea of what to expect when the poo inevitably hits the fan. A funny example: Roughly four years ago, we were lying in the bed while I detailed to him at length exactly why I needed to change our entire...

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...