This morning, Will ran into our bedroom and began singing “Happy Birthday to Mommy”, grinning from ear to ear. I only wish I could have taped his sweet little voice singing that song. He then asked if he could come to my party that day, and if there was going to be cake. That boy … Continue reading #9 Birthday.
Month: April 2018
#8 Girls Night Out.
There is a great group of girls that live in my neighborhood, and we had the chance to grab dinner and see a show tonight. The show we saw was #imomsohard, a hilarious duo of mom comedians. It felt so good to get out, have a few drinks with mom friends who can totally relate … Continue reading #8 Girls Night Out.
#7 Camping.
Andrew and I love to camp and hike. While we always appreciated hiking and the outdoors, we made it a life goal to see as many national parks as we can after seeing the Grand Canyon years ago. We have added a handful of parks to our list, including ones in Alaska, and we are … Continue reading #7 Camping.
#6 Cardinals.
A dear friend told me shortly after my mom passed away that cardinals are a symbol of a loved one’s spirit nearby. I promise you, I have never seen so many cardinals in my life until my mom passed away. In the weeks before our little Nathan was born, I started aching for my mom … Continue reading #6 Cardinals.
#5 Nana in Space.
Over the last month or two, Will has been perseverating over Nana’s death. It started one day when he picked up a picture frame of our family. The photo was taken at the very last trip we took before my mom passed away, on the front porch of the lake house that we had rented. … Continue reading #5 Nana in Space.
#3 Spring.
There are a lot of things that I love about our house - one of them being springtime in our backyard. This has been an incredibly long winter, it’s been cold and rainy for far too long, and some days it feels like spring will never arrive. But then I look out our back window, … Continue reading #3 Spring.
#2 Homesick.
Grief can feel like a homesickness. I find myself yearning to go home, to be in my house where my mom used to live, to hear her laugh and be with her again. Then I am once again reminded that even if I could get home in that very moment, the things that I yearn … Continue reading #2 Homesick.
