As a person who writes a blog, it sucks to be struck wordless. I had a 2 hour drive home from Willow’s doctor appointment today and that line is all I could come up with. That’s because I am stinking speechless (emphasis on stinking as we spent a total of 4 hours in the van … More When God Is The Only Answer
The day Willow was born, my husband and I made a decision to be open and honest with our other children about their new sister’s health and diagnosis. We kept it simple and left it open for questions. Ages 4 and 6 at the time, we told Bella and Laken that their new sister had … More When You Don’t Know What To Say
Music has always moved me. All kinds of it. In my younger years, I was at home in the mosh pits and lights of Lollapalooza. Around college, I fell in love with the haunting piano poetry poured out by George Winston. These days, I find myself jumping with Justin Timberlake one minute and twisting to … More He’s Already There
Two and a half years ago, a routine blood test led doctors to tell us that they thought our youngest daughter, Willow, had leukemia. They were wrong. Unfortunately, the celebration was short lived. Turns out, Willow’s wonky blood numbers were due to a rare blood disorder called Chronic Benign Neutropenia. For those unfamiliar, neutropenia is … More The Power of a Little Hope
I don’t know what to call it. Ironic? Nuts? Cray Cray? Or is that too 2016? It happened today. At church. I was talking to someone about why families who have children with special needs often stay away from church. Sadly, many have lost their faith. Others, just don’t feel like the church has a … More Stick A Fork In It 2017!
He was going one way, she was going the other. It could have been ugly. Thankfully, their collision was softened due to both of them looking up at the last moment. They both remained standing and more importantly, smiling. “I’m sorry” quickly followed, but not from the person I expected. Laken, my almost 10 year … More What Happens When Life Happens
You’re looking at the worst family photo of all time. Obviously, the picture quality is really poor. My oldest daughter is missing a chunk of her head. Willow has red zombie eyes. And, I look like I haven’t slept or combed my hair in a week. I suppose that’s because there’s some truth in there. … More The Worst Family Photo of All Time
I recently moved to a dead zone. No cell service. Not one bar. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Most days, this drives me nuts. Today, I find myself thankful. I’m waiting for a call from the pediatric gastroenterology office. They need me to schedule an appointment for Willow. I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. But, … More Put Me On The Do Not Call List
Since Willow’s birth, I’ve been learning what it means to fully trust God. It means letting go, when you want nothing more than to hold on. It means being comfortable with the uncomfortable. It means praying and believing He’s got your back, even when the road in front is unfamiliar and a bit scary. This … More Road Trip!
Jesus and Clomid. That’s the recipe we followed to get our firstborn. For those unfamiliar, Clomid is a fertility drug. Obviously, my journey to becoming a mother took some work. But, it eventually paid off. In 2007, we got ourselves a son. Roughly two years later, we got a daughter. Getting pregnant with her wasn’t … More My Journey into Motherhood