There is a photo hanging in our hallway. It's of my husband and I on my birthday, two days before one of the happiest days of our lives. Two days before we found out that I was pregnant. And a few short weeks before we knew any level of grief. Sitting in that picture, I... Continue Reading →

That phrase probably doesn't make sense, but I've come to say it and think it so often that it seems perfectly natural to me. It was made up during a conversation with my mom. I don't even remember the specifics of the conversation, or how it got started; I just remember talking about the things... Continue Reading →