A year ago we planted a tree, and it still feels so wrong

IMG_1866A year ago, a few family members met to plant in tree with most of the remains of the one we all lost.  It was a cold, unplanned morning.  No words or process was planned, with not one of us being the … Continue reading

My girl may not own the field, but at least she is kind

AT LEAST SHES KINDMy girl begged to play soccer this year.  I hesitated knowing that her wanting to do it in the past is a better thought than reality, but she deserved another chance.  I signed her up to play, as well … Continue reading

Sometimes my Kids Hate my Job

IMG_1199As my kids are getting older, and aware that I actually work when I’m away from them, they are learning that being a teacher’s kid is not always easy.  They are learning from their friends that THEIR mom asks too many specific … Continue reading

A Mouse with an Extra Side of Grief

First day of school 2014-2“Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave in ONE minute,” I reminded the kids for the millionth time since the ten minute countdown began.

We lined up to exit our door, and enter the … Continue reading

The Simple Phrase I Don’t Say Enough

Good kids“Mom, do you think Heaven is real?”

“Of course it’s real,” says the other child with such force, I couldn’t help but believe it too.

“Why do you ask?”

Deep down, I know Heaven is real.  I see signs daily that … Continue reading

A Terrible Start, but Better than the Past

First day of school 2014-2I woke up on the first day of school determined to push the past out of my head.  I was determined to be everything my kids needed: a normal mom who was going to help them get ready … Continue reading

Reflections of our Simple Life

CA usI’ve felt the loss in every single minute of this past year.  The first crapaversary is here and all I can think about is our past.

Today I’m sad.  Yesterday, I was sad. I’m positive that tomorrow, I will still be … Continue reading

This week last year…

MG_9757.jpgIMG_1632We didn’t know it, but this time last year, Scott was living out the last days of his Earthly life.  It wasn’t beautiful or poetic.  I wish I could say we spent hours together, … Continue reading