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Substack!
I think I drank too much iced coffee this morning because I just made a Substack!!! The boys were napping and Josh was at the gym and I opened up our laptop to search for a 10 minute yoga video to do but instead I wrote this. I’m thinking I will start posting on my…
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12 things Tuesday
Hi friends, I hope everyone’s week is off to a good start! Let’s jump right in: 1. Yesterday I had an essay published on Her View From Home—you can click here to read it. ❤️ 2. CJ has terrible eczema and we finally did patch testing with a dermatologist. He showed a reaction to two…
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Lessons from flowers
So small a seedPlanted in darknessWaiting patientlyFor its season to arrive Baby buds breakThrough hardened earthA testament of hopeTo a weary world Unfurling slowlyWith such sweet certaintyNever pausing to wonderWho is blooming nearby I behold their beauty Radiating towards the sunSomehow enhancedBy transience Is it enough to exist Simply for the sakeOf being audaciously alive?The flowers tell…
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Witnessing motherhood
This morning I took the boys to the library for story time. It takes place in a spacious, sunlit room, and the noise level is always just a few decibels above what is tolerable. But it’s a fun activity, and the boys enjoy singing and dancing around the room for thirty minutes. Positioned just to…
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Summertime essentials
I was on a walk with the boys one morning when we stopped to chat with a neighbor who was outside watering her plants. It wasn’t quite 9am and the kids were barefoot in the double stroller, happily eating fruit gummies while pointing out every plane and bird buzzing overhead. “How are you doing?” My…
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Adrift
“Everything is beautiful and I am so sad.This is how the heart makes a duet ofwonder and grief. The light sprayingthrough the lace of the fern is as delicateas the fibers of memory forming their webaround the knot in my throat. The breezemakes the birds move from branch to branchas this ache makes me look…
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Glimmers
The first time Kyeler met his biological sister, he was 18 months old and she was 3 1/2 years. We met her and her adoptive mom at a Chick-fil-A where the kids rumbled around the play place and the adults chatted, iced coffees in hand. It went surprisingly well, and the visit ended with Kyeler…
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Ocean Isle
Bare-bottomed toddlers running wild on the beach The pages of my book whipping in the wind Sipping coffee on the front porch with all the babies underfoot An evening walk to Ocean Isle Creamery (“banilla” for Kye, “blue”—aka cotton candy—for CJ, black cherry for me, coconut pineapple for Josh) Getting straight from pajamas into swimsuits…