by Molly Huggins | Mar 5, 2014 | All Things Crafty, Mommy Heart, Our Story, Photos
My love language is fabric. I speak silk fluently. I have a passionate affair with yarn. And there are remnants of our collisions stored in the memory boxes of our home. Stories woven in thread. Knitted in newborn caps and sewn in the coverings tucked around our...
by Molly Huggins | Feb 18, 2014 | Army Life, deployment, Faith, Husband, Lives We Love, Our Story, Photos
{Taking a little detour so y’all can learn a little bit more about the driver of this crazy train … that’s me, by the way. I’m the driver.} Sooo this was supposed to be on Friday. I won’t bore you with the reasons I am writing this on Monday. But … pray...
by Molly Huggins | Jan 8, 2014 | Aha Moments, Army Life, Blogging, Faith, Grief, Jamester, Original J, Our Story, Photos
Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of one of my best friends. Eight years. If you are a regular reader, or a Facebook friend, you already know that. If you’d like to read more about her, feel free to click here. You know what surprised me about yesterday? I’m...
by Molly Huggins | Dec 25, 2013 | Christmas, Faith, Photos
I’ve lost two babes at two different times in the days before Christmas. And so I revel in the humanity of the players in that first Nativity. I empathize with young Mary, of course. I keep thinking of her physical feelings, her emotions at being a first-time mother....
by Molly Huggins | Nov 30, 2013 | All Things Crafty, Army Life, Christmas, Decorating, Faith, Photos, The Dailies, Wee Man
So I put up my decorations on or around November 18. Don’t judge me. Usually I am a vocal critic of Christmas Creep. People. Seriously. Wait until after Thanksgiving. Except for me, this year. But you know what? I was bored and alone, and knew I wouldn’t...
by Molly Huggins | Nov 21, 2013 | Army Life, Husband, L.O.V.E., Photos, Wee Man
So Husband is gone now and with every flying machine that wings its way overhead, I hear a little voice from the back seat – “Is that Daddy?” and I say “No, that’s not Daddy,” and my heart sinks a little at knowing this conversation will continue for what feels...
