Just an Ordinary Sunday Afternoon
It is in the ordinary that we find the sacred. An ordinary Sunday afternoon. A few precious moments stolen away for a lunch date with my husband. Big sister bringing…
It is in the ordinary that we find the sacred. An ordinary Sunday afternoon. A few precious moments stolen away for a lunch date with my husband. Big sister bringing…
Our November celebrations this year were relatively quiet. Grandma and Grandpa Heidmann joined us for Thanksgiving day, and it was a playful time with giant celery sticks, great vats of…
Few understand the heavy burden carried by foster children. The greatest majority of them have been raised, from birth, in a home that is far from ideal. They love their…
One year ago today, a beautiful baby boy named Ruben was born. His 5.5 weeks premature lungs were not ready for the world yet, and he remained in NICU for…
Going through my old posts and photos I found a set of pics I took of Ruben around March that are just too sweet. That stage where babies have discovered…
Tis the season for family gatherings - the Grands have arrived back in Arizona! The weekend prior to this past, we had our first whoop-de-do since they got here, to…
This has been a busy week of running to the hospital over and over in hopes that our Baby Ruben would be released, only to find that no, he's not…
Yesterday, after dropping Efrain at his first day of Pre-K at Ss. Simon and Jude, I made a trek to north Phoenix, an area I have barely even touched in…
This weight in my arms, soft and fragile… These feather-fine hairs that whisper-tickle my cheek as I exhale and then inhale their baby-fresh perfume… These tiny cherub hands, one upon…