Your formerly tiny, balled up hands are different now Flatter, fatter, moveable, still soft on my cheeks They explore every surface and texture you touch Patting and wiggling all day long Your baby paws dig into the dirt as we put plants in the ground, Leaving lines of black under your fingernails. Grasping at strawberries … Continue reading One Year Old Hands
Days can be full of the most mundane things. More often than not, we let the mundane become our focus and lose focus on the extraordinary things that exist around us. Continue reading 3-13-2017, A Lesson about Giving Grace (to myself)
I can always tell when my lungs are feeling their best because I can laugh freely and I don’t stifle it to avoid a coughing fit. When I stopped taking Orkambi, I couldn’t do that so well. So I think of that and I smile. Continue reading When the Cure Hurts
Fuzzy, hazy world of wonder. You don’t like to sleep. We sit around the table Shuffling spoonfuls into our open mouths In awe at the weight of our eyelids And the cuteness that sits next to us. Weary, yet born to the joy that is before us every moment again. -Gillian Continue reading 11-15-16 Sleepless, We Eat
Married for two years today. This morning you woke up before me, made coffee and got ready. Just in time to snuggle back in bed, baby in the middle as he wiggled and stretched and grew before our eyes. You ate your Honey Nut Cheerios while I did my first breathing treatment of the day. … Continue reading 11-8-16, Married for Two Years Today
10-18-16 Today is a tired day, For you and for me. You want to nurse a lot, so we lay on the floor of the den As the rainy day light trickles in And the time passes And the to do list isn’t done I remind myself almost every moment It’s okay not to finish … Continue reading 10-18-16, Tired Poetry
Oh my gosh, Simon. One of my favorite moments of ours just happened. It’s late at night, 11:41 p.m. to be exact. I just turned in an assignment for school. You woke up. You don’t typically cry, just gripe and grumble through sleepiness. I could hear your dad shushing you through the baby monitor. Ha! … Continue reading 10-10-2016, Goodnight Simon. I love you my son.