Month: April 2017

A harvest season

It’s 4:31 on Saturday morning, and I fell asleep at 2:23 am. 2 hours of sleep, 2 hours is not enough for the day I am about to face. I know I need to get more than 2 hours, yet there is NO way my eyes will be willed back closed. No WAY. So when…

Picking broken dreams back up….

​Sleeping babies, messy kisses, squeals of laughter, declarations of “Mommy, hold me! Mommy look at this! Mommy, come here.” Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. And I almost missed it. I almost missed this beautiful gift times two.   Just a few years ago, I grieved many broken dreams and during that time, I laid down a dream…