A Word to All The Mamas

Our bags were thrown on the counter, still packed from our hospital stay. Brandon was frantically searching for the “therapy” paci. It’s supposed to strengthen his suck, they say. I was holding wrestling my very sick seven week old, begging for him...

Nothing is Wasted

I was newly married. Still blissful in our new life together. Our little white house was perfectly decorated, like I had imagined. All of the presents from our wedding, were thoughtfully arranged in their new home. Ready for us to use them as we began our life as...