I had just gotten the kids to sleep when I walked downtstairs into the kitchen. Dishes were scattered and stacked on the counter. A half-eaten hamburger was on one of the plates. Ketchup had dried on my son’s highchair tray. And sippy cups and bottles and a box of Lucky Charms. Ugh. Maybe if the day was a little easier,…
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I still remember when I saw it. The blue dust that burst out of the sealed container, and fell on our heads, and in our hair, and on our skin. My hands covered my mouth. My husband’s arms shot up in the air like he just scored a touchdown. And our daughter, Selah, who was 3, covered her eyes with…
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I remember feeling like I was waiting for life to start. Like it couldn’t start–until I saw those two blue lines on the pregnancy test. What I didn’t realize, what I had become blind to, is that… it already had. This was the life God had given me. Whether it involved babies, or not. Sometimes, when you want something…
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I didn’t enter motherhood easily. I had to wait for it. I cried and wept for my babies, before they came to me. And now they’re here. My daughter is five, and my son is one, and somehow, in the chaos of our days, in the crumbs on the kitchen floor, I forget the wonder. Of them. Of this. But,…
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I remember when they placed her slippery little body on my chest. She was warm and wet and sweet smelling. Selah. I remember the way her Daddy held her that night, swaying with her like a slow dance. Not even knowing how many times they would sway just like that, as they’d dance in the kitchen when she was one,…
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