With age I have opened up more to the world. I have grown up from that conservative girl in northern Minnesota who thought the world was black and white. More than that, I’ve been more open with my story and my opinion. Continue reading
Growing up, I didn’t really believe in fate. Or soulmates. Or loving marriage. Continue reading
With summer quickly approaching, our household has been dreaming of hot days spent in cool lakes. Naturally, Brad and I thought it would be a good idea to sign Marshall and Vi up for swim lessons.
One thing I hope my children take away from their parents’ marriage is our love. We have never been a flashy couple, we aren’t a kind of romantic love story that would get a book or a movie based on it. But, God, do we love each other. Continue reading
2016 was a rollercoaster on a global, national, and personal scale. It’s one many want to forget but there were some pretty bright spots in 2016 for our family. So here’s a look back on our year as we ring in the fresh start of 2017! Continue reading
I have to confess: I am a mommy thief. Allow me to explain. There have been a few past posts that have casually mentioned in passing how I don’t/ didn’t have a mother of my own. That’s a long, ugly, and dark back history that we won’t delve into today. Instead, let me tell you about the moms I have gleaned expertise from. Continue reading
Sometimes I struggle with what number pregnancy I should call this. At every doctor’s appointment and ultrasound I’m asked “And what number pregnancy is this?” There, I know I am to include all my pregnancies. Even those I never got to bring home. “Six.” I say, it still stings every time the words fall from my lips. “And how many live births have you had?” Sometimes they say this with a smile, but most of the time when a person as young as me has had so many pregnancies they know the numbers won’t match. “Two.” why can’t I look them in the eye when I say this? I still carry some shame, still blame myself. I know it’s ridiculous, I know it makes no sense but grief- even when healed- doesn’t make sense. Continue reading
“Hey! Are you ready yet?!” Ryan knocked on my dorm room door. It was time to get going to our first day of college classes and I was just putting the finishing touches on straightening my hair.
“Yea, just a second!” I had to check my make up and make sure it was just so. Ryan sighed.
I was nervous but put on a confident front. You see, I went to a kindergarten- 12th grade school in a small town in northern Minnesota. I didn’t have to switch schools and get use to new buildings and new people when switching from elementary school to middle school and then again in high school. At my small school, you simply moved down the hallway of the same building. Continue reading
I was raised in a small town in northern Minnesota; a town where the majority of the population’s last name ended in “son”. Like the majority of Minnesota, it was settled by Norwegians, Germans, and Swedes.
Dark is falling and with it trouble arises. The officer puts on his kevlar vest and holsters his gun as little eyes watch from the next room.
“I love you buddy, be good and listen to mom, okay?” The officer stands well over six feet tall, but his voice is soft and gentle as he speaks on a bent knee.
“I love you too papa, I miss you, be safe!” His son chirps back. Be safe, a concept foreign to most four-year olds but not at all lost on this one in particular. With a hug and kiss they part, the officer kisses his wife and the small baby she holds in her arms, walking out of the door- leaving his family behind. Continue reading