We’re a mile into the canyon.  Trees hang thick and green over the trail.  Speckles of sunlight dance along the ground.  A bird to our left is releasing a piercing cry, single loud chirps over and over again. We’re standing in →MORE...

“How do you want to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?” I asked her. “Maybe swinging,” she said.  Donald built and hung a tree swing in our backyard a few months ago.  Nearly everything about toddlers is perfectly lovely – the phrases they →MORE...

    -  I just like to spend so much time with you, Momma.  It will be better to cuddle when the baby is out.    -  Yeah, my belly does get in the way sometimes, huh?  But we can still →MORE...

Dear Baby, Your occupation of my womb closes out its twenty-second week today.  It has been a momentous week for you and me.  This is the week that I really started to fall head-over-heels, crazy, irrevocably in love with you. See →MORE...

On Saturday night, Charlotte fell asleep in Donald’s arms.  A few hours later, in the dead of the night, she released what can only be described as a rather piercing scream.  It woke my husband and me up in a flash.  →MORE...