It’s been a very long ten days. Ten days ago we weren’t sure if SB983 (our Newborn Screening Legislation) was going to have a fighting chance this session. Ten days … Continue reading SB983 – Moving to the Floor
Category: Hope
Life and Death
Last week I joked with some friends about how odd it was that my “assigned” Bible readings for several days in a row dealt with the brevity of life, the … Continue reading Life and Death
Joyful Sadness (Ezra 3:10-13)
“When the builders completed the foundation of the Lord’s Temple, the priests put on their robes and took their places to blow their trumpets. And the Levites, descendants of Asaph, … Continue reading Joyful Sadness (Ezra 3:10-13)
Choose Grace
I’m feeling bold today so here we go. It’s been a long week. I’ve seen so much interpersonal conflict around me in the last three days and it has ALL … Continue reading Choose Grace
Strength & Scars
Today Caleb broke the handle off of my favorite coffee mug. This mug was given to me while Tori was sick and I love that it has both giraffes and … Continue reading Strength & Scars
Day One after Ninety-Eight
Today was the first time in ninety-eight days that I was by myself with the boys all day long. Brennan returned to work on Friday but my parents were still … Continue reading Day One after Ninety-Eight
Differences Make Us Better
If you had told me twenty years ago that one of my favorite people now would be a Liberal (gasp!), I would have laughed. I would have told you that … Continue reading Differences Make Us Better
Eighty-Two Days
Our family has now been home for eighty-two days. I remember when it was going to be thirty days and that seemed so long. We’ve been living under the assumption … Continue reading Eighty-Two Days
Day 75
Today marks seventy-five days since Brennan last went to work. As of now, he’s expecting to return to work at the end of June, which means that we will likely … Continue reading Day 75
Sometimes Grief Looks Like Clothing
I knew that we would have many practical tasks to handle once we found out that our embryo transfer had failed. A failed transfer meant that our family was complete … Continue reading Sometimes Grief Looks Like Clothing
Even So, Joy 