When Daniel heard his birthday movie playing, he crawled into my lap and we watched it over and over and over again. He laughs every time he kisses the camera and when...

We missed our turn and pulled into the first driveway we could find. Farm. Those were the first words I saw on the sign. I could see the peonies just ahead on the right. I could see the tomatoes growing and a green house in the distance. There was a little shop just ahead with fruits and veggies for sale.

I kept driving, intrigued by this place. It seemed like a home away from home. Quiet. Undiscovered...

It's early in the morning and the grey light finds its way through our white curtains. I stare up at the ceiling for a moment and pull the white duvet to my face. There's something comforting about the soft, heavy, blanket on our bed. There are days when I wish I could stay in that space - that safe space below the blanket - and sleep away the reality unfolding before me.

Victory isn't growing safely inside me anymore. We prayed for so many days that God would undo any damage and bring healing to her. After my contractions...

I felt Daniel kick and I instinctively reached down to touch my belly. I adjusted myself on the mattress, giving my hips the change in position they were demanding. The quilt rested on my 5-month-pregnant belly and I watched it move from side to side. Do you suppose he was dancing in there?

Isaac sat beside me as I pulled out an old notebook from our college days. It was green with soft edges - evidence that it had been shoved into Isaac’s backpack. I know because I can’t stand bent corners and Isaac delights in them. We scribbled down our highlights from the year. We celebrated the victories in our marriage, our personal growth, my business, and now, the little one growing inside me. And mostly the little one growing inside.