Tag Archives: love

Leaning into Love

I cried at preschool pick up this week. Twice. The air was hot, my emotions were awry, and my mask was stifling. Not a great combo for a mom without patience. I silently waited to the side for the girls to come out, keeping to myself when I usually make conversation. The other moms andContinue reading “Leaning into Love”

The Most Important Love of All

Last night I ate dinner in the bathroom. For some reason it seemed like the best solution. The older girls were washing up in the bath, and I was rocking Willow in the car seat with my foot. Yes, while eating my hamburger and lemonade.  It was one of those days. I’m sure you knowContinue reading “The Most Important Love of All”

Ask Jacque: Sex Over Sleep, My Brother’s Girlfriend, The Bachelor Boyfriend

To Sex or Not to Sex My husband complains all the time that we don’t have enough sex. Like, I think once a weekish is fair right now. We have two under two, and I’m exhausted all the time. By the end of the night, I just want a shower and my bed. The ideaContinue reading “Ask Jacque: Sex Over Sleep, My Brother’s Girlfriend, The Bachelor Boyfriend”

9 Months to Live

I lost someone I loved today. And as I sit here writing to you, sipping on my delicious maladaptive coping skill, I reminisce, and I suffer. I yearn for that final hug and exchange of words now forever left unsaid. The cancer ravaged her body in 9 months from detection to death. A seemingly healthyContinue reading “9 Months to Live”

Stop and Cuddle

My wife and I always knew that we wanted a big family. Even before I proposed, on more than one occasion, we would discuss just how big did we wanted it. Once engaged, we settled on three to five kids, with four or five preferred. We also wanted to have our children two to threeContinue reading “Stop and Cuddle”

Through My Daughters’ Eyes

My daughter looked at me today, with her crystal blue eyes. She looked at me with such awe and admiration and love. It absolutely stilled me. I found myself wishing I could see myself through her eyes. I felt frumpy with formula on my skirt, spit up on my shirt, glasses on my face, andContinue reading “Through My Daughters’ Eyes”