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I love wrapping my hands around a warm mug of tea in the winter. I love how my son rests his head on my shoulder and strokes …
Squirming in his highchair, my son swats the spoon from my hand, sending splatters of yogurt across the floor while my daughter climbs across my lap. What …
“I want to share with you, Mom,” my daughter declares as I plop a plate of apples and peanut butter in front of her while half turned …
It was the sweetest little wooden Noah’s ark set that I snagged for a few bucks at a thrift sale. I couldn’t wait to bring it home, …
Settling into my chair, I open the little white bible gifted to me on the occasion of my First Communion. Sturdy and satisfying to hold, I like …
After dinner one Sunday at my parent’s house, someone pulls out a stack of old photos. Sudden gasps and bursts of laughter arise in every corner of …
Thump! The laundry basket hits the ground with a thud, and I take a seat next to it, preparing to fold. My daughter peers in and pulls …
My daughter shrugged her shoulders and smiled with squinty eyes as we clinked our respective beverages, imaginary and real, together. I sipped my coffee as she continued …
Closing the door to the bedroom, I breathed a sigh of relief as I tiptoed down our creaky hallway to the stairs. The toddler was in bed …
Mud-streaked snow covers the ground in patches and the sky settles like a grey blanket over the rooftops. Cheery twinkle lights on evergreen trees have become dull brown …
It was sometime in early January of 2022 when I was in the midst of planning a party that would never actually happen. Some of my dearest …
Last year before Christmas, the time came for my family to pick out a tree. It was my daughter’s first Christmas, and I was giddily excited to …
When I first found out that the due date for my second child was in October, I was immediately thrilled. Cuddling a newborn in the fall somehow …
I can very easily remember the days when I lived in Boston as a graduate student, sipping lattes in cute coffee shops, running alongside the Charles River …
The postpartum period is a vulnerable, humbling, yet beautiful time of growth in the journey of motherhood, particularly for first time moms. However, the needs of the …
Have you ever wondered why you are drawn to certain colors when you shop? Or why you often buy multiple versions of the same item? Or why …
A few months after my daughter was born, I remember turning to my husband one autumn evening and saying, “You know, I’m just realizing that this is …
The summertime always brings with it a fresh air of possibility, excitement, and delight. The warm sunshine revives the once cold earth, gardens flourish, and the grass …
Have you ever observed a child draw, paint, or play make- believe? If yes, you know what a delight it is to watch them become enveloped within …
You are my inheritance O Lord.” This response from Psalm 16, in one breath, affirms an omnipotent, all-loving God as a familial treasure, passed down to every …
Article originally published on As the Builder Builds https://asthebuilderbuilds.home.blog/2020/02/18/engagement-a-sacrifice-for-the-beauty-of-marriage/ The morning after I became engaged to the love of my life, everything seemed aglow with the excitement …
Article originally posted on La Petite Fleur Magazine https://lapetitefleurmag.com/articles/ Have you ever entered someone else’s home only to marvel in amazement at the warmth, style and character …
We live in an age of immediacy that is enhanced by the influential forces around us- from the voices of the media, politics, fitness programs, and …
Giving birth to my daughter was and still is the most difficult, insane and incredible task I have ever accomplished. I still remember quite vividly one moment …
As a young actress in college, I was taught that acting was both a representation of the truth under imaginary circumstances and a gift of self. Enraptured …
Have you ever been to a birthday party where the celebrated person hates being the center of attention? It happens particularly with little children frightened by the …
The man in this photo is my Dad. He is resting on the edge of one of the largest mountains on the East Coast after hiking up …
Road-trips have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. For almost every summer of my life, I found myself packed in …
“Mysteriously, each morning, we are born again. We emerge out of sleep refreshed, renewed, with an invigorating sense of being alive.” –Romano Guardini, Sacred Signs Each day comes with its tasks, often …
What does it mean to hope against hope? I have found this question scattered throughout my many thoughts as of late. It holds especial significance during this …
Useless. It’s a rather cruel word that stings a sensitive part of the human person. Being called useless is a cold slap in the face that reduces …
Semper Incipit. Always begin. Every beginning, in its rise, draws with it a sense of refreshing renewal, just as the sun climbs the sky each morning, gradually …
As I plant myself in the corner of the Dublin airport, amidst a swirling menagerie of foreign travelers, waiting for the next leg of my journey in …
With the ending of summer, the beginning of a school year, with departures and the goodbyes that accompany them, the role of time amongst these moments has …
Imagine: four smooth walls, the ceiling, the floor, and you. Nothing more. That’s all there is. Everything is uncomfortably bare with the one exception of the inner …