I’ve felt heavy with this blog post now for over a couple weeks now. I know so many people are struggling, and I want so much to be encouraging, to point to God, to help us all rally. I know I, along with many others, have been trying to put some positivity out there: We… Continue reading Faith in the Time of a Global Pandemic
Two nights ago, I snuggled in bed with my son, Gavin. His sixth birthday is today. This isn’t really consequential. However, every time one of my kids has a birthday, my mama heart has to prepare itself in the days leading up to the actual birthday. Sometimes this means going through all our old photos.… Continue reading When I Grow Up, I Want To Be Like My Six-Year Old
This is a post I started years ago when my kids were really small. I never got around to posting it because, well, I had kids that were really small! My daughter was six years old at the time, and my son was three. I hardly had time to eat and shower, let alone work… Continue reading Christmas Thoughts From Heidi, Age 3
A nasty cold had crept into our house, and Gavin fell victim. He always does. One of the worst parts of parenting has to be when sickness goes through the house. There’s just no great combination, at least not compared to when you were a kid. As a kid, you got to stay home. As… Continue reading Midnight Musings of My Sick Kid
The other night, I spent some much-needed quality time with my mom. We did some shopping and then settled into a local restaurant, a glass of wine in my hand, a martini in hers, and a big, steaming dish of spinach artichoke dip between us. We started chatting. She made a comment about my little… Continue reading They Won’t Remember
I have always hated puzzles. With a passion. They were maddening to me. Why spend hours putting all these cut up, tiny pieces together to make a picture that you could just buy and frame? Then once you have finished, you tear it apart, put it back in the box, and do it again another… Continue reading It’s puzzling, don’t you think?
When I was in high school, I got my two front teeth punched right out of my face. Ok, that’s not true. But for a few days, I looked like it. I walked around with a huge chunk chipped right out of my two front teeth. As a senior in high school, it was not… Continue reading The time I got my teeth knocked out