Back To School Poem and Bracelets

Each year, as my littles head back to school I give them these bracelets and read this poem to them. It’s a simple reminder that mommy’s love is always with them❤️ The author of this poem is unknown to me, but it goes like this… This is now the 4th year of me...

To My Husband, On Our 11th Wedding Anniversary…

He wakes up at 4am everyday to work on Life of Dad until the kids wake up. Then he makes everyone breakfast and does 88% of the morning routine to get the kids off to camp or school, depending on what time of the year it is.After that, he’s back to work on #lifeofdad...

These are the photos I usually delete…

They are awkward, unflattering and blurry. They are the photos I usually attempt to hide from the world. But these are also the photos taken by my kids after grabbing my phone in what I think is an attempt to go on YouTube Kids. Instead, they take candid photos of...

You would have turned 5 years old today…

This sweet little boy, around what would have been our Scotland’s age, walked alongside Tom and I last year in Endinburgh, Scotland. Stopping when we stopped as his family walked ahead. We were hiking to the top of the summit to release our son’s ashes. It...

This is the Story of how Life of Dad started.

A few week’s before our first child was born, my husband Tommy started a blog called Life of Dad. Our daughter had been diagnosed with a serious heart defect and would need open-heart surgery to save her life. The second half of my first pregnancy was spent...

My Father’s Love

The day I was born, my dad was 48 years old. The year I graduated from 8th grade, my dad retired from working two jobs. The countless plays I performed, my dad slept…I mean sat through every single performance. The year I graduated from college, my dad survived...

Love Walk for Scotland

There are certain days that are particularly difficult after a pregnancy loss that trigger heartbreak all over again. Mother’s Day, holidays, anniversaries, due dates… On those days, I find myself suffering in silence. My first pregnancy loss at 6 weeks led to...
“Pink, It’s My New Obsession”

“Pink, It’s My New Obsession”

It started out as what I thought would be a simple, reasonable, teachable moment. My four-year-old son had just gone potty and immediately went to rub his yes. “Don’t touch your eyes till you’ve washed your hands, or you’ll get pink eye.” His eyes widened as he hopped...
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