As I write today, I find myself continuously glancing at my calendar. I'm just over four weeks out from my due date with this baby girl. Isn't that wild?! It has [mostly] flown by and my husband and I could not be more excited to see her face and welcome her into our family. This weekend, my family will be coming to town and some dear friends will be throwing me a baby shower. I can't wait to celebrate this little girl's life while so many of my favorite people gather in one room all at the . . .
Hi friends! I'm excited to share with you my latest piece for Red Tent Living. This month, their theme is, "Is This Life?" What a big question. Here's where it took me . . . Shifting Seasons I’m finding myself in a strange sort of liminal space as I await the birth of my daughter. She’s with us, but not quite here. We’re standing at the threshold of what will be, counting down the days until we can fully step into this new season of life. Sure, there are things we need to complete as we . . .
My husband and I were sitting in our final birthing class, watching a required video about cesarean sections. I had been feeling uncomfortable for much of the class, telling my husband I might go stand in the back of the room because I couldn’t find a comfortable position in my chair. However, I didn’t move. Instead, as a graphic appeared on the screen illustrating how, exactly, they get the baby out during a c-section, I felt my body temperature rise at an alarming rate. I took my jacket off . . .
Have you noticed? The days? They’re getting longer! I’m so happy. No offense to February, but I’m always happy to bid it farewell. March just sounds like spring. Sure, where I live we’ll still probably have a number of snowy days, but March feels like we’ve really turned a corner on our journey out of winter. The days are literally getting longer, and I’m fairly convinced I can notice every extra second of daylight. Oh, also, I’m sleeping for approximately six minutes per night, so that could . . .
I did a dumb thing. Don’t you hate it when that happens? Here's the thing: I recently told a little white lie to a sweet friend in a thoughtless moment. It was childish, and I felt the weight of guilt immediately. I knew I needed to tell my friend the truth but, due to conflicting schedules, I couldn’t get to her for several hours. The guilt ate at me. How am I supposed to raise a child when I’m still acting so childish? I cried to my husband, who heard my entire confession almost immediately . . .
I’m 34 today! I’ve arrived at another birthday and oh my GOLLY, am I grateful for more life. I’d had a feeling that 33 was going to be a big year. I’m not sure why—maybe it’s because I’ve gone to church my entire life and so the age of 33 sticks out to me as the age Jesus was when He left this earth. 33 was a memorable age for him so why couldn’t it be the same for me? And it was. I spent half of my year pregnant, growing the baby girl who I will finally get to meet within the first couple . . .