On Monday morning (veeeeery early), I got to witness my third birth (of someone other than my own child). And, as a labor and delivery nurse once remarked to me while I was cooing over one of these new arrivals, “You know, I’ve been doing this for years…and it never gets old. Birth is …
We almost didn’t do Friendsgiving this year. (And, really, it’s not like we were under *too* much pressure to do anything of the sort since we’ve only done it for the past two years, not like for our whole married life or something like that.) This weekend before the actual holiday (which is when we’ve …
When I think of turning 30 years down the road, I’m sure I won’t remember the kitchen gadgets I got, or the fact that we had creamed eggs over toast on the actual day. I won’t remember that for Matt, I bought a book he’d been wanting for awhile and a new cover for his …
You might remember (since I just posted about it last week) that our good friends moved to a place two hours south of us not too long ago. Well, despite my despair at maybe never seeing them again (okay, only seeing them once or twice a year maybe), my fears have (so far) been unfounded …
At first glance, this will seem like a picture-heavy post that lightly pokes fun at the fact that our town’s “zoo” features nothing more exciting than a few squawking peacocks and a couple of monkeys (but I’ll love it forever anyway). In reality, this post is about friendship and saying goodbye and moving on and …
(Photo taken with friends 3 years ago on New Year’s Eve 2010) Here is a great secret of adulthood: maintaining friendships sure is a lot harder when you don’t have school together every day and church activities together every week. But here is another great secret of adulthood: we all need friends beyond our spouses (and …
In high school, it seemed like I was almost always the one instigating all the parties—various collections of friends would text me every weekend to see what was going on, and somehow we’d all end up at my mom’s house, playing Risk or watching scary movies or just chatting on the couches in the living room. …
So take that, Elizabeth Bishop. Matt and I had a rather solemn Sunday yesterday–we spent it moping around the house, drowning our sorrows in faux-homemade ice cream (melted peanut butter mixed into frozen Cool Whip and topped with hot fudge) and Disney movies. What was the reason for our sadness? These people: You see, the Shipleys …
