Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks
I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful.
So I write them down.
And count them one by one.
Continue reading “Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #301-320”
The story of my daughter’s birth….
It seems only appropriate, considering this little girl of ours turns six soon (WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?!?!!), that hers should be the last on the list to be shared.
Thank you for joining me on this reminiscent journey! A month of birth stories! You may not have, but I definitely blubbered into my cups of tea reading them all again….
To read her brothers’ birth stories, click here, here, or here.
I was nearly three weeks past my due date and was anxious. Due to how late the baby was, we had to get ultrasounds every 3-4 days to check fluid levels and her heartbeat. Everything was fine so we continued to delay inducing. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #1”
One providential handshake……that led to marriage
Two attempts at horseback riding
Three hospital stays
Five children, whose four tiny faces light up my days (and one I shall see in Glory)
Six bowls of cereal at our table Continue reading “33”
Birth stories have never ceased to inspire, amaze, and move me. Do they do that to you too?
I’m continuing my theme of birth stories this month (click here for baby #3’s or baby #4’s), and I hope you have been enjoying it so far! For me, a walk down memory lane often does a world of good (especially if said child is driving me nuts today….”But look how cute and tiny you were!!”)
I was now 42 weeks and 3 days pregnant, anxious and exhausted. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #2”
I love birth stories. They are filled with such power and wonder, tenderness and strength.
So during the month of August, I will be sharing the birth stories of my other children (here is baby number 4’s ). Be forewarned, they are not necessarily in order (just to keep it interesting….and slightly confusing…)
I was 41 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #3”
The change is subtle, yet always shocking.
One moment, he’s a baby, crawling and squawking for milk. A perfect picture of dependence. It was only a few days ago that I gave birth to him, right?
Then one unexpected day, a step is taken. A precarious, hesitant, definitive step. And from that moment on, the little back seems straighter, stout legs grow firmer. The curtain falls on the infant, and rises to reveal the little boy in the next scene. Continue reading “Act 1, Scene 2”
My four year old spilled milk on the floor….for the third time today.
And if you even think about spouting the phrase “Don’t cry over spilled milk”, I swear I will go full southern mama on you! (it’s the only time I say “ya’ll”)
Because, come on, really the only person who deserves the right to cry over spilled milk is the mom of small children (or maybe a milk maid who carried several gallons’ worth up hill…. in three feet of snow… at night…) Continue reading “I Want A Perfect Life (and other lies I tell myself as I hide in the bathroom from my kids…)”