Ready or Not

*Fun Fact: I wrote this blog December 2017.  Now I remember why I blog, because I barely remember this day.  Also, truer today than it was then.* Kids grow up. That's what they do. To a certain extent, you expect it. They have their first struggled, possibly accidental roll. First grunted army crawl, first wobbly…

The Day the Magic Died

DISCLAIMER: The following blog discusses Santa Claus and the like. Proceed with caution. We have a saying in our house: we don't keep secrets. This rule was established for the obvious, and maybe to some, not so obvious reasons. But, basically when you tell one of our children "don't tell" they know that is a…

Scissors and Sharpies

My darlings always want to cut things. And brand things. "Who drew on the wall?" followed by "Who cut up this book?" [sorry library] become daily questions. "Not me," they always say. Word to the wise: if you don't want to be blamed, children, then don't autograph your art. Needless to say we have disposed…

Love Will Voices: My Story

Panic attacks. A demon in their own right. A painful knot in my stomach. Nausea. Heart racing. My chest. I cannot take a deep breath in. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. It is so tight. I can't breathe. Overwhelmed. I don't know what to do. My kids ask a question, "WHAT?" I snap. Everything…

Common Misconceptions

The problem with a "trending topic" is that it is just that. It is suddenly every where. Saturating media outlets and news feeds for days. Our views become skewed. We believe that the world is ending. We share our deepest secrets. Our innermost demons. Our traumatic experiences. In depth. On public forums. In hopes of…

Idle of Despair

"There are some things people don't deserve to know about you." Said with love from my honey and rolling around in my brain for months. I have debated discussing this topic. It's been written in my head a dozen times. I have jotted down the gist on multiple occasions. Each time, I have scratched it…

Another {real} Love Letter

My dearest #3, In just a few short days you will be turning five.  This year, your birthday is hitting me hard.  Harder than any other birthday, any other year.  I am not sure why. I don't know where your infant or toddler years went.  I remember telling myself to be present with your tiny…