To feel loved. To feel needed. To feel that sense of making a difference. To have a place in this world. To be loved AND to love is a beautiful thing. Tonight I was rocking Mazy to sleep and as she quieted down in my arms, she turn to her side to nuzzle her way…
I have put a lot of thought into what I want this new year to look like. I’m sure you’ve heard it said to “not look back, but only forward”. I think that’s a good principle to live by, but I can’t help but think about the past. I can’t help but think about how…
You probably knew a post like this was coming… A post about the new year. I have learned in my 32 years of living to not set these crazy lofty goals because I am bound to disappoint myself and then have to deal with the guilt in December. Every year. Whether it be realizing I…
It happens every day. Probably every minute of the day. A process that really is nothing out of the ordinary: Having a child. When I sit back and think about really how common it is, how every person on this earth, is a result of a birth, it really is ordinary. Yet one thing I…
As many of you know, there is a woman that I have a friendship with that goes beyond human terms. To describe the relationship I have with Brenda Vriezema, well, it is indescribable. This is the very woman who felt the call of God on her life, to carry our children, when I was not…
Mazy loves to use her little index finger to touch. Everything. She will even fall asleep with that little pointer finger up in the air, as if pointing out that she is number one. Well of course we think that too, but the other day, she used her little exploring mind to touch my heart….
