Blooms

Blooms

“They’re beautiful,” I said to the florist as I burst into shoulder-shaking, heaving tears. It was real. It was happening. My Dad had died, and we were getting the most beautiful flowers ever for this, the saddest day of my life. How could something so beautiful exist solely to celebrate such a tragedy? They were such a beautiful monument to the grief I felt that it seemed surreal. 

Summer. Is. Here.

Summer. Is. Here.

I have in my head all these awesome plans for the summer, complete with lots of reading, nutritious snacks, and quality family time.  I know, are you laughing, too?  Because it's comical to think that's how it'll go.  I think the reality is more likely to be moments of fun sprinkled into a batter of exhaustion, frustration, and sleep deprivation. 

Choosing Joy over Worry: When A Friend Gave Me Advice I Didn't Know I Needed

Choosing Joy over Worry: When A Friend Gave Me Advice I Didn't Know I Needed

My friend held up his hand to stop me before I could spit out another question. He smiled and said calmly, “Wait a minute. Has anyone told you that it’s awesome having triplets? Has anyone told you how much fun it will be? Has anyone told you that maybe everything will be just fine?

Ireland or Bust

Ireland or Bust

We sat watching tv and sipping wine as I searched for flights for a spring trip. 

Could we go to Dublin?  We always talked about taking the big girls when they reached the golden ages of 5-9…. Would the flights be outrageous?  What about the babies?  Could I leave the babies?