Still Listening from Another Room
Today marks 14 weeks since Penny passed. Fourteen weeks, and I still cry for her. Still miss her. Still find myself stumbling across her absence in ways I can’t always…
Today marks 14 weeks since Penny passed. Fourteen weeks, and I still cry for her. Still miss her. Still find myself stumbling across her absence in ways I can’t always…
It’s been a month since Penny died. And I’ve tried. I’ve really, really tried to sit down and write something about her—about what she meant, what losing her has done…
I’ve been playing with the idea of this blog for a while now. That probably doesn’t surprise anyone who knows me — I’m no stranger to dabbling with websites. I’ve…
Throughout this journey, I’ve learned many things. How to change diapers while working around various casts, the benefits of owning a Giraffe Bottle, and new terms such as torticollis, nemaline myopathy, and apraxia. I’ve…
Today, our Harrison Greene turns 3. Since nearly the inception of social media, I have written a birthday post for each of my kids. I never know what I’m going to…
I miss my son’s voice. When I say that, I don’t mean the baby voice when he started jabbering, or any variation of that. No, I literally mean that I…
Harrison Greene, named after a family ancestor, was born on what would have been his great-grandfather’s 99th birthday. A breech baby, born at 37.5 weeks via c-section, little man for…