A Space To Call My Own
We are limping to the end of this crazy school year, where I have done all the things from our kitchen: supervised virtual first grade, homeschooled preschool, tossed out snacks during work phone calls to keep kids quiet enough that I can concentrate, been a human jungle gym during Zoom calls, sorted mail and paid bills. And of course, the normal kitchen things too—putting away groceries, making meal plans and cooking dinner.
Home Sweet Home
Dear House,
We’ve spent a lot more time together than I anticipated, over these last months. I have to be honest, I wasn’t exactly thrilled when I found out that you’d be the only place I saw for days on end. But these long days together have helped me realize just how thankful I am for you.
#thistimeitspersonal
When I was a few months pregnant with my oldest, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney cancer. We were told he had 6-12 months to live, and I prayed every day that he would live long enough to meet my baby, his first grandchild.