When I was a young, single working woman who always wore heels and a pencil skirt to traverse downtown Indianapolis, and who was always on time to work. Always. I was very judgmental of moms in the office who were perpetually late to work because of kids or leaving early because of kids. "Get it … Continue reading Why I Was Wrong about Working Moms
Whenever Matt and I talked about having kids (since we were 17) I always imagined we would have a little boy. In my head, he would look exactly like a tiny Matt, have his curly hair, he would love soccer, and he would smell like syrup. When we found out we were having a boy, … Continue reading Boy Stuff: More Complicated than Legos. Sometimes.
Tonight I held you as we danced to Van Morrison in the kitchen. The sun streaked pink in the sky, and you rested your sweet cheek on my shoulder. I cried thinking of your first twelve months with us and how very quickly they streaked by before our eyes. There were also tears for everything … Continue reading Hopes for My Sweet Girl