While I was living my life

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I have no specific memory of December 1, 2006. None. Which means that, like the parade that is most of our days here on earth, it was spent doing those small but necessary things that so rarely leave a mark.

I can assume, based solely on the date, that it was like most of the days sandwiched between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Maybe we put up our tree that day. Maybe I hung five stockings that afternoon — because in 2006, there were still two dedicated to Christopher and I. Maybe it was a baking day. Maybe I had a raging cold and felt terrible and had my husband bring home pizza so that I could stay on the couch, reading our tattered copy of “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever” aloud while three kids sprawled on the floor with Lincoln Logs and Legos.

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Thanksgiving

This morning, I woke up in a bed given to me by someone I’ve met only once, at a wedding, more than a decade and a half ago. I came downstairs to a kitchen rented out to me by a couple whose name I know only from a lease agreement. I made cinnamon rolls for the family I did not create in the silence, using tools sent to me by a host of friends, some of whom have faces I have never seen.

This is my life. And I am thankful.

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A small thing

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The most painful part even now, three years after my Papaw passed, is that I was not with him in his last years. Even though I know how hard — crazy hard— it would have been to be the one there, day in and day out, my heart still wishes it was me.

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Diapering the *really* big baby {review + giveaway}

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When Jude was a newborn, I threw logic out the window and joined the Flats and Handwashing Challenge. It made little to no sense to sign on for a totally new-to-me style of diapering in those busy, early weeks, but somehow, I felt like it was the right thing to do. So I did. I learned a handful of folds and began to appreciate the simplicity and flexibility of the flats.

Little did I know at the time that six months later on, I’d be almost exclusively using flats with my baby boy. Why? Because he’s huge.

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The (technological) parenting toolbox

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Jude is six months old. It’s a beautiful thing, that six month milestone. As much as part of me gasps at the realization that the first half of the first year has already flown right by me, another piece of my heart just glows with the joy of anticipating the unfolding of the second six months.

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