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We noticed our Christmas tree was dead, dangerously dead, on December 20. Five days to go and we were unplugging the lights. I’ll take the blame. I’m the only person that waters the tree and I’ve done it plenty this year, but I’m also the person who started the small fire in our oven we … Continue reading A year I’m not ready to forget
Livy is on a really good schedule. She’s a great sleeper who eats every three hours during the day and only wakes up once in the early morning after a 9 to 10 hour stretch. We joke that our hypothetical next child will probably be as difficult as she is easy. I wake up an … Continue reading Rearview mirrors
Six weeks ago we ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night because I couldn’t feel you move – nothing I tried would stir you and I was terrified. We’d passed the pregnancy finish line. You were three days late and counting, but I still couldn’t believe you were really going to … Continue reading June 16th (to Livy)
It’s June 13th – your due date. We made it. 40 whole weeks of you and me growing together. Facebook memories shows me on this day last year I went for a run – a no doubt frustrating run during which I had to remind myself that I was slow because of all the medicines … Continue reading Due date
I haven’t sat down to write this yet, because it feels like I shouldn’t. Not that I shouldn’t have the feelings I do, but that I shouldn’t admit that it’s not entirely easy – that my overwhelming joy of being six weeks from meeting our child is sometimes overshadowed by the grief of what we’ve … Continue reading Pregnancy, pandemics, loss and hope
That phrase gets overused a lot, but it really applies right now. This is such a strange time. Some of us are facing terrible difficulties, others are sad about relatively minor inconveniences and none of us are wrong. It’s okay to be upset that you had to cancel your birthday celebration, just as it’s okay … Continue reading WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!
Dear Sophie, You can’t hear me when I tell you I love you anymore, so I try to show you in as many other ways as I can — by carrying you from room to room, because your legs don’t work well anymore and standing outside while you roam around the backyard in the dark, … Continue reading An open letter to the best girl
We’re almost 25 weeks into this pregnancy and I’m feeling incredibly lucky and grateful. I went to the doctor this morning — the very first appointment I’ve gone to alone. If that sounds crazy, just know that Russ has tagged along at every appointment because a) he wants to see and hear that she’s growing … Continue reading 24 weeks + 5 days
I’ve never loved a rib cage before, but dammit, I saw the cutest rib cage on an ultrasound today and it belongs to our baby. I cry easily. I cry when I’m sad, of course, but I also cry when I’m angry or when Publix makes a particularly poignant Christmas commercial. It’s sort of my … Continue reading It’s a…
It’s been a strange garden year. Like a lot of you, we had a heat wave in late May that blasted the plants and slowed some growth. Struggles The tomatoes took the hardest hit. They’re still growing, but I’ve yet to have one get red on the vine. They were growing to full size and … Continue reading Garden update
This isn’t really a book club, but I thought I’d share a few things I’ve enjoyed reading lately and what I’m currently reading. Are you reading anything good? Let me know in the comments – or in person next time I see you! Recent reads: Set not too far from here – near Cashiers, NC, … Continue reading Book club!
I keep trying to sit down to write an update on this experience, but it’s hard to know how to write about it without sounding terribly sad. That’s been my excuse for not writing, but not writing isn’t helping me to feel any better and even if no one on earth sees this but me, … Continue reading
April 11. Four years ago today, Russ tied a dozen or so notes we’d written each other and strings of lights to the trees by the creek at my mom and dad’s farm and got down on one knee and asked me, in the sweetest way, to marry him. As obnoxious as it sounds, I’d … Continue reading April 11
I have trouble nailing down my true earliest memory. I know there are people who can easily recite them, but I’m not sure I know exactly which memories came first. I remember standing on my tip toes next to a table that was moved out onto Mamaw and Papaw’s driveway with my mouth open wide … Continue reading garden 2019
This one is to you – you who sent us flowers and gifts right after our procedures last summer you who’ve made us warm meals on down days you who brought over pizza and beer when we just needed time with friends you who mailed us books about coping after miscarriage you who didn’t ask … Continue reading To you
