“Mom, can we paint my room pink? For when sissy is born?” By pink, she means bright pink. Vibrant, saturated, in-your-face petunia pink. I draw the line, seeing if she’ll step across. “Maybe a soft pink, honey. Like a light pink. The color of Clara’s roses. It might be hard to sleep if your room […]
David is so little and so big. He is now so many, many things. I am joyful and sorrowful at the thought. It’s not just that David is getting older, which, like all moms, I want and cannot bear to think about at alternating times in the middle of the same night. It’s that we are also coming up on Clara’s two year–her birthday, or anniversary or angelversary. I honestly still don’t know how to phrase July 13 through July 15, 2016, except to say that they were her days. Her beautiful, powerful days.
I was sitting at a red light on my way to pick up my kids from daycare when a little blue flicker pulled my eyes to the left. A balloon. Its round form bobbed in the air next to a large light post, glimmering as it touched pockets of air illuminated by the sun. […]
I have a backlog of posts that just don’t seem fitting to publish until I post this one—the one I wrote the day before David was born; the one the Lord used to prepare my heart for my son. But right before I walked downstairs to post the words that were a lifeline at the end of a physically and emotionally draining pregnancy, my water broke.
The Wonderfully Made Life 