Dear Little Friend and Little One, I imagine your great-great-grandmother Ruth slumped on the farmhouse steps, eyes unfocused on the Illinois dirt of the yard before her, a bowl of…
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It’s not lost on me that Little Friend is a little less than Little these days. Let’s be honest. Body snatchers visited on the night of April 25th, whisked away…
You could write the story of the past month of my life using only Google queries that have been pecked into my iPhone in the wee hours of morning: “When…
I’ll refrain from saying “I told you so.” When we opted to wait until the delivery room to discover Little One’s gender, we were met with a variety of reactions,…
“Eeeeeek!!! We are two girls who hate snakes!” She shrieks in a falsetto “this must be what girls sound like when they’re scared” kind of way. She’s huddled against my…
Today Little Friend started wondering about future candy windfalls in her life. As in, “When will it be Easter again?” The Easter candy pile, carefully doled out a piece per…