Our boys are 19 months apart. They get asked constantly if they're twins, and if I'm honest, we've probably raised them as such. They share clothes and a room and the same silly jokes. I have intentionally brainwashed them into believing that they are each other's best friend. Seriously - their room is decorated with "Best Buddies"-themed picture frames and a collage of the two of them together. At random times, my husband and I ask them to point to their best friend, and they always adorably point to each other.
They are not allowed to argue. Certainly, they have their annoying spats, but it always comes back to the same lecture: That's your brother. He's your best friend. He...
Moving away for college to a town where you have extended family who live 10, 20 and even 30 minutes away and never hear from them is hard. It’s hard because one would assume knowing a family member is going to a new town where her family is over an hour away would be a little more welcoming. It’s hard when you see pictures on social media of family gatherings, and you did not get an invite. It’s hard trying to put your own feelings aside and put on a smile for the holidays IF your side of the family is even invited. To my knowledge, nothing has ever happened ... no falling out between families or anything like...
My husband hurriedly snapped the obligatory pictures of me in the wheelchair holding our newborn as we were wheeled out of the hospital. It was freezing, and we were eager to get into the warm van.
The van - a vehicle I never expected I'd need, much less want - that was now full of car seats of varying stages. The seats of our big boys in the back, our toddler and newborn girls in the middle, and Mommy and Daddy in the front. Our hearts and van were full, and honestly, the logistics of transportation are one of the primary reasons that we have to be done. Because if left to our feelings, my husband and I would never...
On Wednesday, I was planning on starting a silly post listing all the nonsense reasons why I am still awake at 11:30pm on a weekday. It’s a phenomenon I’m sure all moms have experienced. We are exhausted at the end of a long day of mothering, yet we stay up until the wee hours doing nothing, because we finally can.
But there was nothing silly about why I was still awake at 11:30pm this past Wednesday night. Since mid afternoon, my heart had been flooded with the pain of the families and fellow students of the children involved in the school shooting in Florida, reaching a paralyzing crescendo when the final death count was announced. Seventeen people. How could this...
As my eighth wedding anniversary approaches, I can’t help but think about what my life would be like had I not married my husband Matt. We have a long history that stretches back over two decades, and I often forget the journey that brought us together. I’m almost positive that he was set up to be the “one that got away,” and man, would I have missed out.
Based on our similar pasts, it would appear that our lives were always meant to intertwine. We grew up with almost identical childhoods that likely involved me skating past him at Skate City or sitting behind him at the movies in elementary school. We even went to the same high school, but...
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As this year comes to a close, we wanted to take a moment...
