The Nursery
I didn't get to decorate a girly nursery for Tia. We never really expected to have a girl, what with the generational pattern of Stuart men only producing boys and all. And since we didn't find out her gender ahead of time, I operated under the assumption that she would be a boy. We had a boy...
Happy Labor Day!
On this ironic holiday (when we celebrate labor by not laboring), I wish everyone who stops by my little slice of internet peace, rest, and happy grilling. In a world that is reeling under the weight of upheaval and heartache, may we take a little time to simply be together as friends and...
When matters of faith require action
I've kept quiet on some of the events that have occupied the attention of our world for the past few weeks. It's not that I didn't have anything to say on the matter - it's simply that I've learned over the years I don't always have to interject an opinion. There are certain topics, however,...
When dreaming means leaving, and relaxing, and dreaming
I did a little counting last week and realized that we are down to days until baby girl arrives. It kind of freaked me out a little. In 3-4 weeks, she will be here. Here. In my arms. And I will be able to breathe again, to tie my shoes, reach down and pick something up off the floor without...
