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Happy Birthday to my First Girl

Oh friends. The suitcases are (FINALLY) put away, there is still a box or ten to unpack in the house and we are simultaneously mourning the end of the summer o’ cousins and celebrating the end of the epic move to the woods.  And yesterday (I mean 10 ish days ago) we celebrated a happiest of birthdays for our J Girl, the last night with cousins, and old friends in a new place with our first bonfire (and more birthday s’mores) at our...

A little love note … {HANDS}

Editor’s note: Life just keeps.on.happening and I am treading fast to stay on top of the wind and the waves. And this blog has suffered for it. And truthfully, my song is a little bit one note. Single parenting is hard. Our children are wild, wonderful, and flat out exhausting. I miss the Husband. I’m emotional and empty. See – I just blogged the last three months into one paragraph. You’re welcome. But I miss writing, and I am making my way back here...

Flying Machines

So Husband is gone now and with every flying machine that wings its way overhead, I hear a little voice from the back seat – “Is that Daddy?” and I say “No, that’s not Daddy,” and my heart sinks a little at knowing this conversation will continue for what feels like a million months, because my boy loves flying things, and oh, he loves his daddy. And I love his daddy too and I would hitch a ride on any...

Last … {Five Minute Friday}

I don’t want to think about the “last time”  for anything. But I have to – it’s a requirement for this life we live. The closer good-bye comes, the larger “last” looms.  It’s why I always save the last {latest} voicemail from the Husband. It’s why I always say I love you on the phone … the last words he’ll hear from me, just in case. Each moment before the leaving swollen with significance when viewed through the lens of...

Our Eighth Anniversary

It’s been eight years with this Husband ‘o mine. Our eighth anniversary. Eight years. The J. Girl, our Wee Man. Two wee babes sent heavenward. Four deployments with one more looming. Five moves. The numbers pile up … but we are more than the sum of our parts.  And I’m swollen with his fifth child … back-aching, slow-moving, impatient … and blissfully happy to be the mother of his children. He’s our center of gravity … us, a peculiar constellation bereft without...

Beloved….{5 Minute Fridays}.

I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine ~ Song of Solomon 6:3 And oh. How I love him. Through eight-ish years of constant moves, two miscarriages,  two babes living, and me pregnant {and moody} with babe number three. Through grief, four deployments and three of the eight years apart {….another deployment looming….}. We are neck deep in diapers, 14 hour work days, dramatic five year olds, and all of the grace draped mess this life has to offer us....

Tired…but not too tired to start a movement.

UPDATE: I figured it out!! So proud of my luddite self right now. Link up your love stories at the end of the post {where it says “click here to enter”} … Please.  I don’t hate Valentine’s Day. I mean, I’m crafty, what’s not to love when you have the interweb, and by that, I mean Pinterest. But I don’t really want to talk about Valentine’s Day. At least, not in the way we traditionally do, the way advertisers and...