the grieving, grateful cake with mocha frosting.

Today marks two years. Two years of living in Pennsylvania. July 21, 2015: the day we left the West Coast and boarded that plane, without a return ticket. Today felt especially sad to me. As I sat in the emotion that an anniversary can bring,  I realized that part of why it felt so hard…

what makes a story beautiful.

Our sweet girl turned three on June 25. It was a special day to celebrate her, that started with her putting on a “bootiful dess” (beautiful dress) and eating German pancakes on the porch and ended with cheesecake and a tired, happy, grateful girl being tucked into her bed. Celebrating her life always brings back…

the prayer that never fails.

One of my dear friends  is about to give birth to her baby any day now. She has had a challenging pregnancy, complicated by the fact that she has been living in one of the hottest states in our country. There have been numerous family and job related struggles in recent months. She and her…

a heart reset when things are less than ideal. 

It had been a rough, hot mess day, and it was only 9am. There had been a hungry baby fussing and the general morning rush to make lunch for my husband, get everyone fed & dressed, while trying not to ignore my own hunger for too long. There had already been a glass broken accidentally,…

turning 30 [a belated birthday post.]

I turned thirty years old this week. Thirty. I keep saying it under my breath or while I’m driving in the car to see if it sounds any less weird. Nope. Still weird. (And I may or may not be adding crazy to the mix by talking to myself.) Thirty. I’m thirty. As much as…

the grace of spring days.

I think I’ve imagined that since I’ve grown in my understanding of transition and have lived through enough of them that I am somehow exempt to how it works. Or maybe I just believed the lie that because this is a “good” transition instead of something that is only hard, that I won’t experience all…