Once upon a time there was a young glider chair that looked something like this. One year for Mother’s Day it was taken home by the father of seven children. The mother was delighted and the chair got lots of use by all the people in the house. The mother rocked the little ones, the … Continue reading »
Right now… A small rosy person snuggles happily against my leg as he gets his first nap. I’m sitting on my phone to smother its persistent chirp of imminent death. Wind cheerfully buffets the trees outside the window. I’m enjoying that Ben has help for the mass of spring yard work and garden prep that … Continue reading »
I put this soup together for the first time just a couple weeks after we got married four years ago and it has been a favorite since then. It’s easy to stick in the crockpot in the morning to have ready for evening and equally easy to simmer on the stove for a … Continue reading »
Once again, I’ve had this draft sitting here so long that it’s completely out of date. Ascher is now 11 months old, which I’m finding very hard to believe. It seems both really fast and really slow. On the one hand, wasn’t he JUST born? On the other hand, there’s been a fair number of … Continue reading »
I was making up another batch of soup for Ascher this morning and feeling a tiny bit sad that pregnancy killed my milk supply and all the good things he was getting from that. But, I know he’s getting a lot of other good, healthy stuff every day and it popped into my head to … Continue reading »
Home is… the rocking chair at 2am when the baby snuggles, sad sick, in the hollow of my shoulder, tears still shining on his cheek and the praying again for grace and strength to compassionately get through the night. Home is… the slow-breathing quiet of a peaceful night, kissing a fat baby hand once more … Continue reading »
