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Whenever I have something to say, I sit down to write about what Longer Table Living looks like and share my life/thoughts pop-up style! I’d love for you to subscribe to my email newsletter and join me in the conversation.
I passionately believe loving children shouldn’t come with the caveat that you get to ‘keep’ them.
I’ll always lay it all out there because #ImpressingIsExhausting and I am freed from the burden of what others think of me. So, let’s dive in.
Read MoreA wise person in my life once told me to pay close attention to the things and people who bother me most because it says more about me more than it does them.
Documenting our foster care journey has made others want to do it too, I know because they tell me. They email, comment, and send me Instagram messages sharing the wonderful news with me. It always makes me light up.
Read MoreI sit down with a plan to write, but most days I don’t have the energy to recount the day’s memories or retell what we’re in the midst of because that requires reliving it. And right now, living it is hard enough.
I don’t want pity or sympathy, but I refuse to sugarcoat it.
The last two weeks of January were the hardest, most draining and tear-filled days of my life.
Read MoreOver one month ago now, sweet N came into our lives and flipped our house upside down (quite literally). Shakespeare’s, “Though she be little, she is fierce.” couldn’t be more relevant. N has invaded our hearts, which are now as soft and moldable as the play-dough she stomps into my pretty living room rug. She has made us laugh and cry, and panic, and many times – throw our hands in the air.
Read MoreNever before have I experienced this kind of love.
As I’m writing this, it’s been exactly seven days since our world was flipped upside down.
“But you asked for this…” my conscious reminds me.
“You’re damn right, I did,” my heart and soul snap back.
Read MoreToday marks the one year anniversary of receiving our first child.
I will never forget the nerves or excitement I had going into the parking lot where we were told to meet for the pick-up. She was tiny. And beautiful. 3-years-old, looking at me like I was a crazy lady for talking to her in such a high-pitch baby voice.
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