Our kids don’t care what brand of diapers we used or if the toys they play with are on a “best of” list. What they do care about is how well we love them! 

When I was expecting our our second and final baby—I was riding a hormone-induced emotional roller coaster and was desperately searching for someone to give me a glimpse of what the end of the ride might look like.

Time is stealing my baby and leaving a kid in his place.

The price of admission is your sleep (and sanity?), the dress code is a stained t-shirt and a messy bun, and the perks are too many to list.

I am mourning the first year of motherhood I joyfully anticipated.