This is the final chapter in our birth story of three parts. This one will be a long one, fair warning…

In Part 2 of our birth story, I talk a little about the pregnancy leading up to delivery. A brief summary with some personal photos throughout.

I am putting our birth story down on record. It feels like a rite of passage for a writer who becomes a mom. I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time.

I tell it in 3 parts. I would be honored to share it with you.

I am overdue to post the birth story for our son. That will come soon, but for now, I wanted to begin by sharing the name story: how we arrived at the name we did for our son. 

There’s that saying, we never stop learning. I’ve always appreciated what that meant. I loved College not for the normal reason of meeting great people, being on your own, going somewhere new. All of that is valid and played a vital part of why I loved the years in my College town. However what I loved …

There is newness coming in many ways. This latest post discusses that and more.

“We learn through everything, if we are open. Even when we’re closed, we can come back to discover. It’s never to late to grow.”

Good Morning.     You.     Who may be waking to a multitude of facts and emotions that may feel anything but good. You, who may be in a hospital, waiting to hold your new, strong, handsome son – letting the sway and swirl from pride, fear, trust, worry, immeasurable love take it’s heights …