It's been awhile since I cried. Honestly, I can't even think of the last time I did. But tonight, as I lay on my little son's new twin bed, holding his hands while he drifted off to sleep... the tears came. I never thought this day would come. When he would move out of our… Continue reading Please stay two-years-old.
Well, the first week of full-time work and full-time daycare are over. And... I kind of loved it way more than I expected. Some observations and things I didn't expect: 1) Spencer took to daycare like he's been going his whole life. Seriously, I expected major meltdowns, clinging to my legs, refusing to nap, and… Continue reading Back to the real world.
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.
There's beauty (and difficulty) in each phase of life. What if we could learn to just appreciate that instead of wishing we were already in the next phase? Especially regarding the baby/toddler phase - it seems like so many parents talk about that phase like it's something to be survived or endured, rather than cherished… Continue reading Don’t wish this away.
I've seen the movie Forrest Gump probably 500 times. At LEAST 500. It's one of my favorite movies, and my dad loved Tom Hanks movies, so we watched it a lot. Watching it on Netflix with Spencer yesterday, I got kind of emotional. I don't know if it's because I have a child now, and… Continue reading Letting life happen.
We got married four years ago. Up until our wedding day, we lived in separate apartments, with separate bills, separate groceries, separate beds, and separate schedules. We spent a lot of time together, obviously, but it wasn't the same as sharing a life and home together. We both had roommates in college, so we had… Continue reading Learning to love differences.
This week I was doing some spring cleaning, which included throwing out junk from the closet. I came across this ratty shoebox that I've carried around since childhood, which holds a lifetime of cards (birthday, get well, etc). I took the time to go through them. Some cards looked familiar... "oh! I remember grandma sent… Continue reading People come and go.
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