To my 5 year old- How is it time to write this letter?! I was just writing a birthday letter to my newly 4 year old, now you’re FIVE! A whole hand. Like you would say, “dat’s crazy.” Usually by now I would have already written this, just waiting for May 28th to arrive so I could publish it. This year, May 28th is less than 3 hours away and I’m just starting it, as you are fast asleep, right next to me. I’m not even sure where to begin because this year went so fast and for

So, I've got a little over 2 weeks of 'work from home' life under my belt. I haven't really gotten into a routine yet, I'm still trying to feel normal-ish; but.....I have zero regrets about my choice! I have no concept of time. Back in the day, at my desk life, I always knew what time it was because I was always watching the clock, calculating how many hours I have left. Now, I have to set my alarm so I'm not late picking up Kaleb. The day literally fly's and never know w

Somewhere, a few weeks ago, I read or saw a thing that was talking about how red birds, or cardinals, are a sign of a loved one who has passed away. I'm not sure how that belief came about or if it's true, but it really stuck with me for some reason. In fact, I just googled it as I started writing this and yes, there are multiple websites and sources saying this same thing. It's an old belief I think, something referring back to the saints. Anywho, I've been struggling a

I'm baaacccck! Eak! I'm 2 days in on working from home and already I feel so different! I feel like I have so much time for stuff, like writing the beloved Tuesday 10's! Speaking of the last 2 days though, it hasn't been completely fun and freeing. My dude is sick. Like really sick. He's been running a semi-high fever and has a cough that sounds like something that shouldn't be exiting the human body. Poor guy, He almost never gets fever so this time, it's really taking

I want you to know, I lost my shit with Kaleb 3 times before bedtime tonight. I also want you to know that I had planned to come home and edit photos ( like I do most nights) but I decided to sit here in my comfy chair with a bottle of wine (yes the whole fucking bottle) and write. Because this is where I feel like I should be. So, I'm sorry to the folks who's photos I'm not editing tonight and I'm sorry to all the readers who are catching all my typos from that bottle of wi