I remember using a black felt tip marker, writing the words, “baby due” and circling March 9th on the calendar that lay by the phone on our kitchen counter. There is nothing quite like the first time you see those two pink lines.
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I remember using a black felt tip marker, writing the words, “baby due” and circling March 9th on the calendar that lay by the phone on our kitchen counter. There is nothing quite like the first time you see those two pink lines.
Read MoreI felt tired, unusually tired. It was early December and I had figured the two trips we had taken in late October and early November plus the holiday schedule were responsible for my lack of energy. Two weeks later that tiredness was accompanied by feelings of nausea when I brushed my teeth in the morning.…
Read MoreDear Ones, It is here, Christmas Eve. For many of us I suspect we would say that the month has flown by and we cannot believe it’s already Christmas. For some of us the month has felt like an eternity, slowly and achingly passing as we’ve lived one day at a time hoping for the…
Read MoreIt is late and my house is quiet. The lights on the Christmas tree give the only glow to the room. Christmas Eve is only a few hours away.
Read MoreThis is no random post. I have known that I would write for Christmas Eve and in that knowing I have wondered, “What am I meant to share today?”
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