Three on Monday That Were Intended for Sunday…
/ / So I’ve got three posts today. I’ll explain… Since yesterday morning, I’ve had quite a lot mulling around in my mind. I’ve been writing and rewriting posts in my mind and… Continue reading
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Fit for a King
/ / From our Thursday morning breakfast outing at Burger King… In almost three years, this might be my favorite of him yet. . I’m kind of diggin’ this one too. . A… Continue reading
Between the Tallest and the Next
/ / Here I am, in the in-between. Several waves down, who knows how many more to go. Wednesday was the tallest one yet. I had to reach out to my counselor and… Continue reading
09/52
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: Peacefully sleeping. .
Psalm 46
/ / God Is Our Fortress God is our refuge and strength, …a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, …though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,… Continue reading
The Beauty Dark Can’t Hide
{originally posted 2.1.2012} .
08/52
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: My little monster sitting nicely for a picture for me in his little monster shirt. .
Ninety-nine + What I Remember, Before I Forget
/ / Today was my grandmother’s 99th birthday. Ninety-nine! That’s amazing to me. I did not get to see her for this birthday like I was able to for some of her other… Continue reading
Taking Stock
/ / Making… nothing, until I get myself to the store to buy some supplies I’ll need for my next d.i.y. project . Cooking… nothing, because it’s 4:30 and dinner-time won’t be here… Continue reading
From the Archives
Thanksgiving, 2013. This photo’s a clicker… much better viewed larger. You can click it to see it that way. / / Mr. B’s brother and his pregnant wife and their daughter had left… Continue reading
07/52
““A portrait {or two} of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: Perched up on our sheep skin rug that was in transition {laying atop the coffee table that… Continue reading
What I Remember, Before I Forget
/ / I’ve tried to sit down to write this post for several weeks, and never once did I even make it past the title. I knew, since the moment I thought of… Continue reading
For his Pal-entine
/ / “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” ~Pablo Picasso / / Because I’ll probably never get this creative or elaborate with… Continue reading
Undefeated
/ / We’ve hit that stage. The terrible twos are here {though our Izzy will be three in just a few months}. Tantrums are now part of our everyday. . Yes, that’s right.… Continue reading
Whoever You Are
/ / There may exist more people than we realize who don’t like this holiday we call Valentine’s Day. Some, because its existence seems too forced {the reason I never really cared for… Continue reading
06/52
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: With grandma, who came to babysit, but ended up just visiting {after my doctor’s appointment was cancelled}. Love this… Continue reading
Normal, Old and New{ish}
/ / Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer, but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you… Continue reading
05/52
“A portrait {or two} of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: Napping with his from-birth sleeping companion and sweet furry friend affectionately known as Chatch {pronounced like watch} One.… Continue reading
These Days
/ / These days… . I’m struggling to find my way to this space I call See Things to put into words the things in my mind and on my heart. . I’m… Continue reading
04/52
“A portrait {or three} of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: Bathed in the light of the winter sun and covered in crumbs, enjoying his new monster truck… Continue reading
Out of the Woods
/ / Nine days in, I think we’ve finally turned a corner {picture me knocking on the wood cabinet next to my desk}. Izzy has had a nasty virus {it’s going around} that… Continue reading
These {Sledding} Days
{click on the photo to see Izzy’s sweet face up close} / / I decided to start up my These Days series posts again here… a series I used to do that originated back on… Continue reading
It Can only Happen Once
/ / If it didn’t threaten to make me cry, I would probably laugh at the irony in the title of my post. Below is what my post would have read before I realized… Continue reading
03/52
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: Being pulled up the hill for another run back down, on his first ever sledding excursion. Now he can… Continue reading
Kunik
/ / I have recently taught Izzy how to give an eskimo kiss, which I’ve only just today learned has a term… kunik. It’s the sweetest thing to watch when he gives them… Continue reading
Gardens, Good Grief and Tattoos
/ / This single post should probably be three… Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Instead, I’ll just sort of split it up into three sections in one, with groups of photos to… Continue reading
On Our Hearts
/ / I’ve debated whether or not to put this out there… these things we are learning about ourselves and others and grief, and how to navigate the delicate and intricate waters where… Continue reading
Friends Like These
/ / At some of the darkest moments in my life, some people I thought of as friends deserted me—some because they cared about me and it hurt them to see me in… Continue reading
My Caesar Salad Breakdown and Other Dealings in Grief
/ / It’s been almost a month. Yesterday was four weeks to the day… so, almost a month since we lost our baby girl. The hard part about saying that is that it… Continue reading
02/52
“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.” / / Izzy: During his morning wake-up joke-telling ritual. Mama, why did the chicken cross the road? I don’t know Isaac, why… Continue reading
He Knows the Way
/ / Migration by The Innocence Mission {listen below} . My love will sail this ship through great storms and ice flows. He is not afraid as I am, he is not afraid.… Continue reading
