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We are not ghosts.
They're like ghosts. One of my favorite follows (@lizmoody), also the author of one of the most helpful books I’ve read recently, asked her audience about having children. The slide carousel on Instagram was raw and real—every emotion poured out. It
The harder the love, the harder the grief.
You'd be twelve. Twelve years of holding hands with grief, learning to walk alongside her, and walking in honor of you. Befriending grief as the lifelong wonder she is. The uninvited companion who stays because love lived there first. Knowing that she
The joy comes first
Longing grateful joy. Twelve years. Two of our three would be twelve today. And I find myself feeling a deep, longing, grateful joy. Actually, it's more like joyful, grateful longing. This year, for the first time, the joy comes first. When you’ve been through IVF,
Grateful doesn’t even begin
Such a great night at @nationalshare Sunset Sips tonight. Honored to receive The Heart & Hands Award. Thank you Rose and all the amazing women at Share for your kind words, the work you do, and for being my soft landing
A sad story with an even happier ending.
Grab a cuppa. It's story time. A story with a warning. It's a sad story. And we know it will have a very happy ending
He will make it good
As someone who truly only came to her faith after losing three babies and ending the infertility journey without kids, I have not only heard, read, and studied the scriptures on suffering, but I have them memorized, embedded into me,
