I can’t do it all. Surprising, I know. But still I get emails and messages from readers each day asking me ‘How do you do it all?’ Short answer: I don’t. Each new phase of life that we’ve moved into has caused us to reassess, reevaluate, and re-prioritize. And that’s good. I’d even venture to
I can only assume that the Lord wanted me to retell this story in a different way because the ‘Publish’ button I struck earlier today resulted in a completely lost birthing story that was approximately 1,592,492 words long. Let’s pretend like I totally kept my cool and didn’t slam the laptop shut and shuffle off
I’m only a few weeks away from having my third baby since starting this blog (way back when I didn’t have any fine lines surrounding my eyes). Wow. I can’t believe so many of you have been on this journey with me for so long. As super-pregnant, hormonal woman normally do, I’ve been thinking a
Welp. What can I say. We’re officially crazy. Those were actually the words I wrote to Stuart… on his bathroom mirror: “We’re officially crazy.” Above that, read “Congratulations Daddy, on Baby #3!” Yep. You heard it here! The Elliotts will soon become a party of five. As of September 7th, we’ll be outnumbered. Three children.
I just tucked a slightly feverish G-love into bed, her little body curled and snuggled up under her pink flowered blanket before I even got in the room to tuck her in. I proceeded to lay next to her in bed for a few brief moments to read a story from her Jesus Storybook Bible.