by Lisa-Jo | May 9, 2012 | Daughters, Motherhood, Rabid fear of parenting, The hard good stuff
My mom used to dance in the mornings. A happy, shameless jig in her PJs right there out in the driveway as my dad drove us off to school. She’d dance and wave and grin and I could feel the love well up from my toes to my nose. It spilled out of me – this being...
by Lisa-Jo | Apr 18, 2012 | Blogging, Daughters, Faith, Family, Girlfriends, The hard good stuff
My tiny human, my gorgeous darling, my little one – you are a girl. You are our first girl and I will never stop celebrating it. You are a gorgeous, dimpled, delicious, just-one-year-old baby girl. And my darling, there’s some stuff that comes with being a girl that...
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by Lisa-Jo | Mar 30, 2012 | Daughters, Five Minute Friday, Rabid fear of parenting
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. {One of my favorite FMF posts linked up from last week was this one...
by Lisa-Jo | Mar 20, 2012 | Daughters, Faith, Motherhood
I unwrap a gift today. Tenderly. There is crisp, pink tissue paper and tiny fingers. A small foot. A pair of dimples. Cherry blossom love kisses the sky and my daughter’s cheeks. My daughter. There you are. One full year of memories. All those midnight hours and...
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by Lisa-Jo | Mar 2, 2012 | Daughters, Five Minute Friday
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to finger paint. For joy in the...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 30, 2012 | Daughters, Motherhood
It’s a Walmart love story. Unlikely and wonderful. She has that pink ribbon just barely clinging to her few whispy baby hairs and still smells of the parmesan chicken she smeared all over the place during lunch. Baggers and shoppers, grandmas and tired looking dads...
