Summer is living in a perpetual state of S’more ingredients. Backyard BBQs, pool parties, riding bikes to the lake, catching toads, digging up worms, light saber wars in the woods. I grew up in suburban Central Pennsylvania, a far cry from the busy Brooklyn streets that bred my parents until they married in 1974. Fresh… Continue reading Making Memories
I had visited her foster home just 4 months before she arrived, loving on poor heart-sick babies. Clapping, singing and smiling amidst boys with limb differences, tiny newborns with feeding tubes and gaping cleft lip smiles. These faces became etched on my heart, on my mind and my soul. I saw these children as… Continue reading Bear Witness
Last summer a friend, while volunteering in China, sent me a picture of this little thing, feeding tube in her nose, chubby baby flesh squeezed into a bright green swimsuit, half bent over an inflatable turtle swim ring. The cuteness overflowing from her dark brown eyes and pudgy baby elbows. She was adorable, and was… Continue reading Passionate Pursuit
When I think of all the places my family has travelled, all the beaches my children’s tiny toes have touched, I am in awe of all God has done. What a precious, blessed life we live as a military family. With this life comes sacrifice but so many other families sacrifice more than we will… Continue reading Sand Between Their Toes
Not much in life is guaranteed. If it were than all of us would be a lot more confident, too confident to really appreciate what we truly have. Some days, maybe a few too many, I forget just how much I really have. As I lay in bed this morning nursing my littlest, my biggest,… Continue reading Happy Grace Day
I can’t even remember how much I paid but I found this old metal tray at Goodwill a few years ago. I often wonder what decade this tray is from. What it was used for? Who decided they no longer needed it? I store it behind the microwave due to lack of counter space but… Continue reading Breakfast Tray
Child #1 is a huge adjustment. You hover. You lay awake at night listening to all the chirps and burps rumbling from this new little creature laying in the zoo-animal-bedazzled porta-crib next to you. You change your baby’s clothes every. single. time. they spit out the tiniest portion of bodily fluid. You change their diaper… Continue reading The Extra
Once a week or so Tripp and I love to get all messy in the kitchen. Tripp calls it, simply, “Cook.” He stands on a kitchen chair. I tie a vintage apron around his neck and he eats chocolate chips while I bake something fun. Occasionally he will stick his finger into the bowl or… Continue reading Fun Foods
As I chased my almost two-year old at the park yesterday I thought about how pure and good he was. His little heart bursts at the seams when he sees his dad at the end of the day. He doesn’t care that he wears shoes without a brand name or that his Mommy dressed him… Continue reading What I Know To be True
Huddy, you are one month old today and I cannot believe how fast this month has gone. It makes me sad to think your 1st month in the world is over but at the same time I am so excited for all that lays before you. Month 1 has been challenging and so amazing, all… Continue reading 1 Month Old
Newlywed Nomads 