I’m Better for Knowing the Love of a Grandma

It’s a love like no other. Familiar, yet altogether different. I’ve received her love in the form of a mom, but to experience it again through the eyes of my son is both nostalgic and distinctly unique. It’s the way it is with a grandma. She’s still the same person, but her love isn’t rushed or hurried this time. She’s more present, living in the moment. She carries an awareness of the fragility of time, and her grandkids benefit from it.

Not Every Loss Mom Gets Her Rainbow Baby

It’s hard enough for a mom to miscarry once and carry the weight of her loss as she’s pregnant with her rainbow baby. A rainbow baby in her arms will never replace her beloved angel baby who now lives in heaven. But to be given your rainbow after immense sorrow is to be given hope in the deepest of heartache. A light at the end of the tunnel. A rainbow at the end of a storm. But not everyone gets their rainbow baby.

When Healing Takes Place

As I look back at this past year, I'm amazed that the mere passing of time can allow for such a difference in a person's life.  It's not the passing of time that creates the change but rather the opportunity that time has to offer.  Opportunity for a raw look at one's life and what mess... Continue Reading →

A Letter to My Future Children

June 24, 2012 Dear Future Children, Your father is amazing.  He gives me a voice when I don’t have my own or don’t know how to use my own.  He gives me encouragement when I need it most.  Today marks the day when I will no longer live in fear of failure.  Your father brought... Continue Reading →

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