Connor (and I) had a snow day today. I could write another (potentially incredibly long) post about the fun of simultaneously trying to work and hang out with your almost seven-year-old but I’m too tired. And sore. Well, that might just be my legs from the sledding, but still. Continue reading
six teeth gone (as of this morning). growing up way too quickly.
It’s my birthday.
The first order of business? An admission. I turned 30 today. Oh geez, okay. I’m 33. However, I do appreciate the one friend who texted, “u make 40 look good” and the other who confirmed that I’m actually beginning my 34th year. Yeah, thanks for that.
When Connor came home yesterday, he let me know that his class was going to be working on a boat project today. The ask was to find materials at home to send in (and share) so the kids could build boats and test their ability to stay afloat. Continue reading
I frequently tell my boy he is my heart and now I have the bling to prove it (thanks to a very good friend). It seems like such a simple charm, but really, that one little ‘C’ on that one little heart communicates absolutely everything this mom feels about her child.
“Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” – Elizabeth Stone
There is just something so sweet about seeing a boy at play. I sat for a couple minutes before realizing that I needed to capture him. In that very moment. He was just so peaceful, so quiet. Continue reading
if i could package that face and wrap it up for christmas, it would be all i’d ever need.
I must admit that it’s been very difficult for me to focus on anything this weekend other than those families impacted by what happened in Newtown, Conn. on Friday. I wrapped gifts late Friday evening and watched as emotional news anchors recapped the events of the day, and on Saturday, as one of the victim’s fathers described his last conversation with his daughter in Portuguese, a language he had been sharing with her. Continue reading
Because there are no other more appropriate words, today I share a prayer delivered by Max Lucado.
Dear Jesus,
It’s a good thing you were born at night. This world sure seems dark. I have a good eye for silver linings. But they seem dimmer lately. Continue reading
I’ve always had an insane amount of respect for teachers. When I was in school, I was scared to death of them. Surely, a teacher could make or break the rest of my life with a failing grade B! I’m kidding. Sort of. Continue reading
a brand new ending 