Trust the process.
This post is a continuation of a post I wrote a few weeks ago that was inspired by the quote below: After publishing that first post, I decided that the age of my kids (five and 18 months) should have no bearing on our ability to put together a family journal of our lives during... Continue Reading →
There's nothing like having a baby due in eight days to light a fire under your rear end. As a first time expectant mother, I had naturally and wishful-thinkingly told myself that the baby would be at least two weeks early, so every day that I'm still pregnant is feeling like borrowed time. Time to... Continue Reading →
On the bookcase next to my bed is a shelf stuffed full of personal journals. Pages and pages of once-blank books now teeming with words, photos, ticket stubs, receipts, and other random memorabilia of days gone by. They are a gift from me to me. A treasure trove of thoughts and memories and dreams. Words... Continue Reading →
Awe & Be. 