Eighteen years and one week.

Eighteen years ago today, you were one week old. Your hair still very dark brown, stick straight, and so long I could curl it around my pinkie. Your signature raspy cry was still soft and always adorable. You had that perfect, brand new skin that I can recall so very clearly with all of my senses. […]

Evening solitude

Bedtime around here is kind of a big deal. As much fun and creativity and laughter that resides in this house, there is also a whole lot of structure and schedule. A busy mom, and two busy daughters would be chaos without it. Even in the summer, as our bedtimes extend out by 30-60 minutes […]