They'll leave this earth carrying the sounds of our home into an ever be land. There are sounds they know Sounds I pray they never do And sounds I wish I could erase Sounds already spilled into hearing ears by human mouths and a messy place What sounds will yours carry? … Continue reading What Sound Are You Leaving?
Pregnancy is a gift, and I don't hold it lightly. I have walked this mamahood trail with brave, tired, joyfilled and at some times, unsure, friends...because mamahood is the good. And it is also the messy and the hard and the humbling. Pregnancy, for me, is much the same. My pregnancy with William, and my … Continue reading This Time Around.
[RAWR] Probably means a lot of things in a lot of places. But here's a real life, unimagined and very grainy photo op of what it means to the Morris family right now. Does our RAWR make sense yet? Or is it still in uncooperative, a whole lot of silly, constantly on the move, and … Continue reading RAWR
If you were the name of a coffee flavor, what would your namesake be? I think about these things, especially sitting in coffee shops with shelves full of clever. Highlander Grogg, Mohito Momma, Magnificent Soul Soother… Goodness I want to sip on all of them, if not for anything more than the experience. People are … Continue reading Coffee Beans and Things
Will they be okay? How can I get from point A to point B without crossing paths with point C? Will I offend someone? How did he get sick? How can we make it better? Should I try to fix it? It can't be fixed. Why did the baby die? Why do so many little ones … Continue reading I Hold So Tight
What I pray for my son is something I stole from my husband. I could take this down a thousand different roads, and guaranteed I’ll upset someone on every one of them. This is living among people. And that’s okay. But I have a fiery prayer for my son, deep in my heart. And for … Continue reading I Stole Something Beautiful
The mountains definitely feel more like home to me, but our beach trip this weekend was rejuvenating, empowering and fueled by grace and reset. I want to tell you about it. I married a stand up man. We celebrated three years of marriage on Thursday. Three years since I do until death and five years of … Continue reading The Forging Fire