My Baby Is A Year Old

My Baby Is A Year Old

My baby is a year old. I can’t believe it. His toothy smile and high pitched giggle makes my heart melt. It’s been a year of diaper changes, middle of the night feedings, chewing on board books, and sweet snuggles. My heart overflows with joy at the mere...
Lucy

Lucy

I met Lucy ten years ago. I remember it like yesterday when she walked into a nightclub-turned-church in Manchester, England with her strawberry blonde locks and Dodger blue sweatshirt. I had just moved to England a few weeks before and was hating it. Her soft voice...
Encourage the Baby Daddy

Encourage the Baby Daddy

My husband. My fierce, smarter than a whip, get up with the baby in the middle of the night, would do anything for his wife and kids husband, has started a new job. He absolutely loves it but the learning curve is steep. He’s transitioned from teaching fifth...
The Secret Place

The Secret Place

  I was recently taking a walk through the neighborhood on one of the last sunny days October could offer us. The baby was happy as a clam as he sat snug in the stroller. I had some music playing as we walked and I heard a voice in the quiet of my heart. It was...
Sip and Savor

Sip and Savor

Last night was bliss. Pure bliss. I sat among women from different walks and together we admitted we are beloved, chosen, and part of the priesthood, sharing in the fellowship of the suffering and the fellowship of his glory. We glimpsed through the glasses of both...
Born In A Refugee Camp

Born In A Refugee Camp

Recently I was at a Village dinner, a gathering of mamas for a night out sans kids. As the table was set, women, laughter, and cinnamon apple sangria filled the bright space at The Table. It was a delight to connect with women, spotting familiar faces and meeting new...