I write the girls a love letter for their birthdays every year. My first born turned ten at the of February. I've been belated with them, but I'm still here trying. I have piled up drafts to work on, but these seem the most important thing I have to write I am blessed in life… Continue reading Dear Year Ten.
Tag: Motherhood
The joys and the growing pains of being a mom.
Held
The idea of taking a leap and investing in myself is always agonizingly inner-monologue guilt inducing. Not because I feel less than deserving or because I view it as a bad way to spend money. However, it always feels irresponsible. Match and I support four children. Two we share with our Exes. Right now I… Continue reading Held
Vision, Prayer, and Small Callings
It is funny how the passage of time works. The benchmark of a year simultaneously feels as if it is creeping by at a leisurely pace until it arrives without warning with sudden, jarring realization that time passed you by. My last baby will be turning three in a matter of weeks now. I haven't… Continue reading Vision, Prayer, and Small Callings
Love, Mom 