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π»π‘œπ“Œβ€™π“ˆ 𝒾𝓉 π‘”π‘œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” ?

… it’s a question you ask in parenthood the moment your child leaves your arms, exits your home, or quite frankly does anything outside of your presence for more than just a few hours. Your partner takes the baby for a while: you find yourself checking in, β€œHow’s it going?” Date night with your spouse:Continue reading “π»π‘œπ“Œβ€™π“ˆ 𝒾𝓉 π‘”π‘œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” ?”

πŸ§ΈπŸ­π—¦π—§ β€œπ—§π—˜π——π——π—¬β€ π—•π—˜π—”π—₯ π—šπ—œπ—©π—˜-π—•π—”π—–π—ž π—˜π—©π—˜π—‘π—§πŸ§Έ

This past weekend, we officially made our first trip back to Pittsburgh, PA since Theodore passed away in April, 2020.Β  Along with providing a catered lunch for the Ronald McDonald House Facility, attached to UPMC Children’s Hospital, our intention was to β€œfill the (coffee) cups” of as many parents as possible… However, it was definitelyContinue reading “πŸ§ΈπŸ­π—¦π—§ β€œπ—§π—˜π——π——π—¬β€ π—•π—˜π—”π—₯ π—šπ—œπ—©π—˜-π—•π—”π—–π—ž π—˜π—©π—˜π—‘π—§πŸ§Έ”

𝗔π—₯𝗧𝗛𝗨π—₯ π—œπ—¦ ➎ π— π—’𝗑𝗧𝗛𝗦!

β«Έ 𝕋𝕠𝕑 π•‹π•–π•Ÿ π•‹π•šπ••π•“π•šπ•₯𝕀 β«·β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”βž™ 15 pounds 1 ounceβž™ 25.5 inches longβž™ reaches for anything in sight, our faces includedβž™ met Santa, but infatuated with Mrs. Clausβž™ β€œMr. I’ll Bite Your Knuckles” (if you let me)βž™ enjoyed 1st Thanksgiving at the tableβž™ sleeps through the night… when Dad is homeβž™ favorite: staring at all theContinue reading “𝗔π—₯𝗧𝗛𝗨π—₯ π—œπ—¦ ➎ π— π—’𝗑𝗧𝗛𝗦!”

ALIVE IN THE SHADOWS

Happy 1st Birthday, my sweet Theodore. Mommy wanted to do something extra special to honor your beautiful soul; an eternal soul that is still very much alive.  From the day you were born, it was always your soul that touched me more than your body. Even on your birthday, they whisked you away for the first openContinue reading “ALIVE IN THE SHADOWS”

WE LOCKED EYES

The church doors opened, and all I saw was you. Not the friends and family gleaming on either side of the aisle, or even the photographer following us with flashing lights could distract me from your eyes. I felt my Dad’s strong grip around my arm, but it was your misty eyes that remained myContinue reading “WE LOCKED EYES”

CHEEK TO CHEEK

That is how it should still be… your pudgy little cheek pressed up against mine; your wispy blonde hairs tickling my temple as I press in closer and closer to you. Some mornings when it’s extra hard to catch my breath, I even find myself taking the back of my hand and pressing it upContinue reading “CHEEK TO CHEEK”