I write the girls a love letter for their birthdays every year. Lately, they've been belated. "Without bravery, you will never know the world as richly as it longs to be known." - Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert Dear Dimples, In the middle of a wet and raw Spring beginning, you have started your sixth year… Continue reading Dear Six and Brave
I write the girls a love letter for their birthdays every year. My first born turned ten at the of February. I've been belated with them, but I'm still here trying. I have piled up drafts to work on, but these seem the most important thing I have to write I am blessed in life… Continue reading Dear Year Ten.
It is funny how the passage of time works. The benchmark of a year simultaneously feels as if it is creeping by at a leisurely pace until it arrives without warning with sudden, jarring realization that time passed you by. My last baby will be turning three in a matter of weeks now. I haven't… Continue reading Vision, Prayer, and Small Callings