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On the Glory of the Clementine, and Noticing

  One of the gifts of having a child whose development moves at a quieter, more deliberate pace than my other babies is that I have more time to notice the miraculous moments of his everyday growth. Today I'm writing at GraceTable about the day Ace learned to feed himself a clementine, ...

Dear Parents of a Child with Special Needs (Revised and at TCW today!)

[caption id="attachment_10014" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] Monica Ayers Photography[/caption] Several months ago of some things I had learned in my then six or so months of being the mom of a child with special needs. Today that piece (revised and with some additional thoughts) is over at ...

Delight: My One-Word for 2016 (and an announcement)

You are a delight. We say that to Ace, the baby who seems remarkably gifted at sweetness. I say it while I tickle him or while he giggles to my lame-mom attempts at singing our way through the afternoon. I say it to my older boys when they’re snuggling close, their hair sometimes the scent of the ...

Wednesday: Ashes and Death

I wrote this post five (FIVE!) years ago when I was pregnant with Brooksie, now a little boy who is making some extravagant plans for his fifth birthday next month. It's one of those rare things when I can come back to an old post and can still say, Yes, that's what I wanted to say. It's Ash ...

Why ‘Receive’ Should Have Been My Word in 2015

Cultivate was my word for 2015, a year that was probably the most challenging of my life. I didn’t write about that word, Cultivate, all that much. Not because I didn’t feel inspired by the power of its meaning, but because I didn’t really have the energy to think about what I was cultivating. ...

This is how we love each other

There should always be homemade Chex mix on the counter, in a twenty year old Tupperware dish. Also, there should be my 94-year-old grandmother Deenie’s peanut patties (dyed red with food coloring, made with corn syrup) available to all. Speaking of red food coloring, I have to mention ...

To Ace, after his baptism

  Ace Christopher, As I write this you are on the floor wiggling around, rolling from tummy to back and back to tummy. You’ve got your eye on a red ball and have been trying to decide if it’s worth the hard work of scooting yourself over to it. After all, your little navy booties are ...