Things that make my heart sing: crisp autumn days, clear blue skies, colorful leaves, watching my children play, happy faces.
On the day you were born I shouted at your dad for handing me odd socks to wear to the hospital. It was 4am, my contractions were only a few minutes apart, and I was worried about having matching socks. You’re almost eleven now, and I suspect this fact will not surprise you. I’ve been …
I didn’t take dance classes as a child. As far as I’m aware, I never asked to. In fact, fully acknowledging my basic lack of coordination, dance was not for me.
My gorgeous girl, you took a big step this week. In fact, we both did.
My beautiful boys, summer is at an end. We’re back to school, back to activities, back to routine.