While planning a trip to see my husband’s parents in Tennessee last fall, my mother-in-law offered to watch our three girls for a couple nights so Matt and I could go on a small getaway. I immediately started researching cheap flights out of Nashville to see what our options were.
We would fly out super early and hit the ground running so we could make the most of our 48 hours. There were so many sights to see and activities to do. Who knew when we would get another chance to do something like this, so we needed to make it count. Then, we came to our senses.
A 48 hour jet-set vacay sounded exciting, but unfortunately, it also sounded exhausting....
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...
After I tuck her in and the giggles have turned into quietness and her eyelids are heavy with sleep, I whisper to my child the same thing almost every night, “I love you. You make me proud every day.”
I read this phrase in For One More Day by Mitch Albom years ago, a sentimental story in which the narrator recalls the notes his mother left him that always ended with that phrase. It stuck with me. The narrator questions whether or not he’s actually done anything to make his mother proud (and as a reader, it doesn’t seem like he’s done much to make her proud), but still, she tells him, “You make me proud every day.”
I love this...
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...
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