The Weight of the Wait

The Weight of the Wait

The hardest part in my journey of motherhood was the waiting for it to begin.Every year on my birthday, I just knew the next one, I would be a mommy. The seasons would change, another year would pass, and I was still there, on my birthday, waiting…again.In each of...

The Morning I Fell In Love

I fell in love in the fifth grade. I met Him when I was five, but that fifth grade year, He really stole my heart.  We met every morning at 5:30. And I forget how old you are in the fifth grade, but that’s real early for a kid. I didn’t care. There...

Waiting…

I hate it. Never. Ever. Have I liked to wait. But I find myself doing it all the time. It never fails. If I am late for work, I will absolutely find myself waiting at EVERY. SINGLE. RED. LIGHT. On really long days after teaching six year olds, I STARE at the...