My scar tissue that formed from Holt’s first year got me to the second, third, fourth, and now fifth year. I’ve added more along the way—but shed more than I’ve added. He grows and I grow alongside him. Sometimes that growth tugs on the scar tissue and it can no longer be ignored, but rather addressed, massaged, seen, and worked through.

Each time Holt or June’s way of being doesn’t measure up to the “typical” standards that my life and our society have previously set, the walls close in. In that moment, I am left with choices.

A series of plot twists that led and continue to lead us into spaces and places we may never have chosen but would never trade-in.

because one doctor, one specialist, said there was nothing more to “wait and see” and that felt ordinary and ordinary can feel extraordinary

Sometimes we’ve got lemons. Sometimes lemonade.

Some things aren’t meant to be understood.

Thank you for inspiring me to write, I promise I always will.

All babies’ heads are big…so I told myself

When your pregnancy comes with choices. Unexpected choices.