Posts Tagged ‘seasons of grief’
Dear Hadley
By: Leslie Steele Dear Hadley, It’s been 19 months. 19 months ago we got to meet you and be amazed by you. We always knew you were special, incredible really, but meeting you just confirmed it. Daddy and I switch off between imagining you as you would be here at this age and what life…
Read MoreOn Love, Loss and Having Babies
By: Anna Eastland It’s funny that what people so often emphasize about babies is how much work they are. How they will take over your life and make it difficult. How they should generally be avoided in order to live a life of comfort and success. But I can honestly say that the hardest thing…
Read MoreOur Rainbow Story
By: Andrea Kintz My husband and I are on a timely trend of life events. We had our first date. Nine months later, we got engaged. Nine months later, we got married. Nine months later, we got pregnant. Nine months later, we lost our first child. Nine months later, we became pregnant with our second…
Read MoreThe Practice of Gratitude: A Holiday Reflection
By: Rev. Joel A. Jueckstock It has been said, “There is no amount of darkness that can put out even a small light.” This, however, may be a difficult idea to take-in, as the months of November and December are representative of the holiday season in the United States. This season is unique, as the…
Read MoreAn Open Letter To The Spring
An Open Letter To The Spring By: Nora LaFata Oh. Hey spring. Unlike practically everyone in the universe, I’m not all that happy to see you. (gasp!) Don’t get me wrong, you’re kind of awesome. I mean I love all the flowers. And I actually prefer the rain. I was born in the spring for…
Read MoreBecoming A Gift
By: Justine Brooks Froelker Sitting over tea in a dimly lit coffee shop she asks, “How often do you think of them?” I shift my eyes to notice how many moms and babies are in the bustling shop. “Every day,” I respond. “How?” she asks. “I wonder how different our lives…
Read MoreThe Morning After Mother’s Day
The Morning After Mother’s Day By: Jennifer Massoni Pardini The morning after Mother’s Day was harder than Mother’s Day itself . That’s a surprise. Maybe that’s because Mother’s Day itself was a Sunday. That means Ryan was home, and we took Ruby out for some tennis balls in the backyard, and we ate all three…
Read MoreOne Sweet Day
By: RaeAnne Fredrickson One sweet day, I will close my eyes here for the last time, and open them there for the first. Your sparkling eyes, your darling smile, your soft hair and skin – everything wonderful I’ve missed about you – will welcome me on that sweetest of days. One again,…
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