Category: Letters To My Kids

I write letters to my kids on their birthdays (and sometimes on their half-birthdays too).

Themed Weekend: The Mother I Want to Be

If you met me four years ago, you would have seen a curly-haired girl with green-ish eyes, a masters degree, and a mission to save the world. I wore heels and matching business suits and red lipstick. I wrote proposals and spoke at trainings. I attended meetings with my Franklin Covey planner in-hand, jotting down […]

Why, this is Christmas Day!

I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day.  We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year.  As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year.  And thus I drift along into the holidays - let […]

:: 9 months ::

Oh. My little Baby Boo. In just a few short days, you will be 9 months old. Closer to age 1 than age 0. It seems like just yesterday I was carrying you inside of me. Now, I am carrying you on my hip and in my ERGO baby carrier. Soon, you will be walking […]

Themed Weekend: Marriage

I met my husband when I was 15. He worked his way into my heart a little with each passing day. I'd glance up from my work in math class and see those pensive green eyes, that mischievous smile. I'd see him at soccer games and at theatre practices and at weekend gatherings with friends. […]

Wordless Wednesday: Mornin' Mama

It's pretty much impossible for me to wake up on the wrong side of the bed these days...because, every morning, I am greeted by this. {7 months old}

a letter to my 3-year-old: your mealtime mannerisms

At mealtime, you *always* ask to help me - no matter who is here or what you are doing. You'll come running out to the kitchen and you'll climb up into your Learning Tower (which is a great investment, by the way). You like to stir and pour and measure. Of course, you like to […]

my 3-year-old, my friend

Every single time we get in the car, my almost-three-year-old tells me that the straps are too tight. But, really, they're just as they should be. She just doesn't like being constrained. She's a free spirit, after all. She likes to run and leap and let the wind blow through her hair. So, I keep […]

You Are 3

Three years. Of fun. Of laughter. Of sweetness. Of squeals. Of sunshine. You are my firstborn - the one who rocked our world, the one who changed us forever. From day one, your daddy and I loved you with an overwhelming love that we didn't know was possible. I remember the way it felt when […]

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