I really wasn’t expecting much under the tree this year. Thankfully, I moved beyond worrying what I was receiving long ago when Christmas started to lose its magic for me. I realized that Christmas would always be disappointing until I learned to focus on the joy of giving and the blessing of those surrounding me….
Dan
What if Christmas: Embracing my Inner Grinch
Last year I shared how I would ideally like to teach my children about Santa. I grew up in an environment that focused on the birth of Christ, the gathering of family, and the kindness of Saint Nicholas. Santa was just a fun little game we played. I don’t ever remember believing in Santa Claus. I, of…
Precious Little Traumatic Life
Life is precious. And there are precious few things in life that really are important. These are the lessons I learned from Sunday. On Sunday I packed up my son and all his stuff and headed to church, like normal. I left my husband at home to study for his course, like normal. I…
A Little Snip Here, A Little Growth There
As a Mom, checking off milestones are exciting events. First tooth, first step, first word; each a clue to deciphering the whole person that this little child will grow into. A milestone is a secret little celebration that parents are privy to because they have been given this little life to mould. But I had a…
Searching for Words
Becoming a mother is a wonderful thing. All of a sudden a sweet new life creates an abundance of love that colours life from that moment on. Wide eyes, full smiles, bubbly giggles. Helping, teaching, exploring the world through fresh eyes. Being a mother is wonderful. It can also be soul-crushing. Despite filling our lives…
So, How’d You Meet?
Today I am telling you a story. It is a seriously awesome story. A life changing story. But, I’m not telling it here. Nope. If you want to hear the ridiculously amazing story about how I met my husband, you have to head over to Rach’s blog, Life with Baby Donut, and read about it there. She’s doing this…
In and Out
It had been a long week. The demands of regular life, work, and motherhood had been compounded by additional requirements, unreasonably high expectations and the resulting disappointments, illness, social engagements, guest preparations, and insomnia. While each individual task appeared feasible on its own, together it became insurmountable. Impossible, even. So by the time Thursday night* rolled…
This Day
I don’t remember everything about that morning. So much jumbles together in my mind. I do vividly remember the nerves, the anxiety, the excitement. I do remember feeling like this day would be one of the most important days of my life. I do remember knowing that this day would change everything. I do remember thinking that this day would be…
Riding in Planes with Boys
We have done the long, 1778 km trek to my in-law’s three times since Cameron has been born. The first time we drove. Straight. Through. Halifax to Saint John to Toronto. That equates to more than 21 hours of driving, not including stops for food and fuel and bodily needs. Picture us, Nursing Mom, New…
Daddy’s Boy
When I was growing up, I had a great relationship with my father. Daddy’s Girl. Every daughter with a Dad can claim this title at least once in her life. This was the reason I thought I wanted a daughter when I was pregnant. I really wanted my husband to experience this deep connection with his…
I’m Proud of You
It was Saturday night. We had just got the boy off to bed and were preparing to hunker down for Game 2 of the Stanley Cup finals. I started clearing the living room floor of Little People, giant plush dogs and a multitude of socks; a clear sign that I was intending to do a…
