I, Kristen, take you, Jordan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. A little over four years ago, I stood on a stage in a white lace dress, holding… Continue reading For better or worse.
When I was pregnant, I had an app on my phone that tracked my baby's development each week and had a little handprint to show how big the baby's hand was that week. I kept all my ultrasounds in my purse and stared at them, wishing I could just see him already. I remember reading… Continue reading Fearfully and wonderfully made.
My first "real" job after college was working in a call center. We sat in rows of cubicles in pretty close proximity to each other. When one person in the row was sick, everyone in the row got sick. When one person had an angry caller, everyone within three rows knew about it. One of… Continue reading Seek first the kingdom.
My son is teething. He has spent most of the day fussing, crying, and occasionally screaming. He wants held constantly and our nap routine has flown out the window this week. The only thing that comforts my son today is to be held in my arms and nurse. So I've spent a large portion of… Continue reading Be still.
There was nothing out of the ordinary about this nursing session. We climbed into my recliner together, this little boy and I, just as we always do. I usually bring my phone with me and read a blog, play a game, or work on my eBay listings while he nurses. This time, I left the… Continue reading Fully present.
Kristen Stewart, Writer 