This Mother’s Day I was so grateful for a yellow dress and for technology. The yellow dress thing was that Lucy came into my bathroom before our early church dressed in a different dress than the one she insists on wearing every single Sunday. Sure, she had it on inside out and her head through…
Last summer I found a new favorite painting. I mentioned it before, but have never come back to write about it. Because life gets in the way. But I have been teary thinking about it this week leading up to Mother’s Day, as I have been contemplating the “elongated arms of motherhood.” Bear with me…
Mother’s Days get more and more disjointed each year as kids grow up. But I think shifting Mother’s Days are pretty beautiful!
Let’s talk for a minute about sentimental Mother’s Day gift ideas. The ones you can’t buy at the store. Things that really come from the heart. Because those are for sure my very favorite.
Oh my goodness, Mother’s Day is around the very corner and we are here in the midst of brand new motherhood with Abby and sweetie Murphy Jane. So the two of us put our heads together and put together some Mother’s Day gift ideas for all stages of motherhood. Most of these things you can…
This year I gave myself a Mother’s Day gift. I didn’t realize it was going to be a gift when it happened. You see, I was using my phone too much. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, right? Those phones can be magnets I tell you! And to be sure, they are pretty incredible…
Let’s go back in time just a few years. Because I feel compelled to repost some Mother’s Day thoughts that made me tear up this morning. Especially Lucy’s little solo. How can it possibly be that this was only a few years ago??? (original post is back HERE, and goes on to include more thoughts…
It was strange to have only one child home for Mother’s Day. I was with that one child last year as well, but back then we were fully enveloped in a hospital, just the two of us in the depths of a COVID-stricken world (no one else could even visit) as she recovered from her…
I’ve been thinking lately about the divine role of nurturing (mothering). I know Mother’s Day can be tricky for some for many reasons. But the power of nurturing is so incredibly beautiful. From the dab of hair gel to hold down an unruly cowlick on the boys head in front of me at church a…