Love More, Judge Less
It is hard to believe that our littlest, Livy, is almost 1 years old! It seems like just yesterday I was writing about expecting her and finding out she was going to be born with symbrachydactyly (which is a fancy word for missing some of her fingers on her left hand). As she has grown
Each Thanksgiving, I take inventory of the things I am grateful for. While I am never more or less appreciative, one year to the next, there are times where events like births or deaths act as glowing reminders of all that we are blessed with (and, more soberingly, how quickly those things may be lost). This
We fly with the kids a lot. Our four year old just had his 12th plane trip last week, meaning if we count individual legs of each trip, including lay-overs, he’s gone through security and gotten on and off an airplane 26 times. We’ve had our share of hairy moments, but by passing him between
