In March of last year, my dear friend and fellow foster mama left me a voicemail one evening explaining that she had a new placement and was wondering if I could care for the child for a few hours the next day while she was at work. I called her back and accepted with a flutter of excitement and nervousness in my belly, then I lay awake into the night anticipating meeting this baby in the morning.
My husband and I were new foster parents; we were just licensed the month before and had not yet had any placement requests. Despite our training, we had little idea how the system worked or what to really expect as we became involved with caring for foster children. Continue reading
We were the silliest of girls.
We rode around our neighborhood on ten-speed bikes belting out The Song that Never Ends, stopping to scoop up dead critters from the side of the road and burying them in the “cemetery” at the edge of the woods behind my parents’ house. We’d mark the resting place of squashed squirrels and flattened frogs with cinder blocks scrawled with our own Sharpie blessings. Continue reading
Marriage is hard. It’s hard because life is hard. Because relationships are hard.
My Love and I are celebrating a decade of marriage today, and I mean CELEBRATING, because honestly, there was a time or two we didn’t know how we’d make it.
I’m dishing out truth today at HVFH about how two broken people kept their marriage from breaking.
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Cheers to ten!
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I don’t know why I thought a few days before Christmas was a good time for this, but for whatever reason, I sat down at the computer and wrote a post about a time I was a big fat jerk. Click here to read all about it!
May your holidays be merry and jerk-free.
I’ve got a new post up at Her View from Home today about the special and important multi-generational relationship between grandparents, parents, and grandchildren.
I’d be honored for you to click, read, comment, and share!
Click HERE to read about the five things we really need from the grandmothers in our lives.
My husband and I celebrated nine years of marriage on Wednesday. My in-laws were here visiting from Ohio, and they let us go away for a night. The two of us. Alone! Continue reading
When my son Gray was three years old, my mom stopped by our house and uttered these fateful words: I have something for you.
What is it, Grandma? What is it? He eyed the plastic shopping bag, imagining all the wonderful things it could contain…