Category: Our Family
For over a week now, our old couch has been sitting in the front yard with a free sign on it. It’s deep purple and we have loved it, but now that two of the […]
Have you ever walked a puppy through your neighborhood? It’s like being pregnant in a grocery store—people who never looked twice at you suddenly stop and make conversation. Neighbors you’ve passed on the sidewalk for […]
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Risen Motherhood | Two Truths & a Lie About Motherhood After the Little Years
Yesterday morning, our youngest came out of her bedroom looking equal parts thrilled and apprehensive, and announced, “I think I have a loose tooth!” I felt the tooth. It was so. Now, she’s been sporting […]
I am so grateful to all of you who read this blog and pray that God would bless your celebrations, whatever they look like this year. We’re celebrating at home (for the first time ever!), […]
Our pastor has been inviting musicians within our church body to record and share songs with the congregation, and a few weeks ago, it was my turn. I had written this song a month or […]
Twist and turns: this year has been full of them! The most recent twist came as a surprise even to us, though we ended up being the ones to make the decision. Here is how […]
We have serious work to do. Work like dressing up like fairies and watching the movie A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Exploring epic tide pools with friends, and watching another friend’s python swallow a rat whole. Picking […]
For the last four years, we’ve been homeschooling part time with the support of an amazing Classical school. Our daughters attended class three days a week and studied at home with me on the remaining […]
At long last, she’s here! She kept us waiting nine days past our due date, but on Wednesday, Josephine Joy made her debut and was greeted by adoring fans: I love to hear the stories behind […]
The baby blanket is done; the countdown is on. With only a half dozen days left until this baby is due, our house looks like a nest built twig by twig—if the twigs were baskets […]
