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Monthly Archives: January 2014

I found them hidden away, in a dusty old lockbox that hadn’t been opened for years. I knew they were somewhere, but I had no idea where. A month-long clean out of my closet revealed great treasures, among them, five diaries I’d kept from 7th through 12th grade. Long before Facebook or Twitter, long before…

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  • Vicki ThunstromFebruary 5, 2014 - 7:40 pm

    I loved reading this Amy! If it was warmer, I’d be out in the garage digging out the box with my old diaries! I know I’d find some similar entries. I think we are very much alike in a lot of ways. 🙂 Thanks for sharing you. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Valerie HubelFebruary 3, 2014 - 12:50 am

    This was fun – I remember you as always being nice to everyone – you really did (and do) care about all others. Super cool to see how the thread of your life has continued in the same sort of manner. ReplyCancel

Four days turned into 11 days of the most peace and joy I’d experienced in a long, long time. But inevitably, things went south on day 12. It’s not like day 12 came and BAM, everything was bad. That would definitely be exaggerating! Reality was, not-so-fun things kept popping up one after the other, and…

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I’d found myself there on that couch a couple hours prior. The two oldest were still at school, the barely-a-baby-anymore was napping. There was an hour, at best, before the noise would drown out the quiet again. So I plopped myself on the couch with my laptop. The screen was blank. Time stood still. I looked up,…

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  • Tiffany FemlingJanuary 28, 2014 - 12:33 am

    Great moments!ReplyCancel

  • Jessica Revak MilkesJanuary 25, 2014 - 1:30 pm

    Oh Amy this one made me cry… How can it be that our babies are already non-babies? Seems like just yesterday we were contemplating their addition to our families. It’s so try about the realizations you have with that 3rd baby. I’m so glad you posted this post :). Soak it in… Every moment…ReplyCancel

  • Valerie HubelJanuary 24, 2014 - 10:07 pm

    Aww, you made me tear up! My baby is 3, and sometimes she says to me “pretend that I’m your baby”. Gladly…any day and for all time. These moments are so precious. ReplyCancel

  • Mary Katherine BoyleJanuary 24, 2014 - 5:14 pm

    Simply Beutiful

  • Tom BaunsgardJanuary 24, 2014 - 4:04 pm

    Simply sweet! Thanks for sharing those baby toes in the sunlight!ReplyCancel

  • Jessica Porras PedersonJanuary 24, 2014 - 3:58 pm

    Great post. Sure made me miss my babies. I love where they are now, but every once and awhile, I want my babies.ReplyCancel

  • Josie Lohman RobinsonJanuary 24, 2014 - 3:38 pm

    Great post , Amy! I remember posting something on Facebook years ago about having no problem getting rid of my kids’ old clothes but having a hard time parting with their shoes. Inga’s feet will be six in two weeks and they still get smooched, so don’t worry, you’ve still got years of smooching “the baby’s” feet 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Vicki ThunstromJanuary 24, 2014 - 3:33 pm

    This chokes me up with tears. My son turned 10 this past Sunday. My one and only “baby”. He is so big now, on the cusp of being a young man. I look at his feet often, a measure of how much he’s grown. This is so precious! Thanks for the memories…..baby toes are my very, very favorite. <3ReplyCancel

  • Peg GroenwoldJanuary 24, 2014 - 12:48 pm

    So precious and sweet. Your words let us all realize that ‘motherhood’ has many more generations to go…. Missing my babies!ReplyCancel

    • AmyJanuary 25, 2014 - 7:20 am

      Love your perspective, Peg! Often, I’m surprised that there are as many people as there are considering how challenging parenting can be! But then you look at moments like these, all the blessings that come from parenting, and you realize – no wonder there are so many people!ReplyCancel

  • Gretchen O'DonnellJanuary 24, 2014 - 11:57 am

    Ah, Amy! How dear and lovely and sweet. Combined with the photos, too – makes for a marvelous glimpse of a mama’s heart. A mama of three. So well written and delightful!ReplyCancel

    • AmyJanuary 25, 2014 - 7:19 am

      Thank you, Gretchen, for your kind words. Always a great honor coming from another writer. I’m sure you can relate being a mama of three. And I agree…the pictures were a MUST for this post. I was fortunate enough to be right next to my camera when inspiration came, so was able to capture the moment easily! Love it when that happens. Have a great weekend!ReplyCancel

For six or seven weeks, her husband had been working like a dog. Eat, sleep, work was his way of life. And it wasn’t going to end for another two weeks, at least. She’d been watching the kids and working herself, and she hadn’t forgotten for a second – this was the month she was…

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  • Monica Anderson PalmerJanuary 21, 2014 - 5:59 pm

    Looking forward to fully embracing who I am-always grateful for your authenticity in your journey!ReplyCancel

  • Vicki ThunstromJanuary 20, 2014 - 6:44 pm

    Amy! I am so happy for you and proud of you for not giving up! I have to tell you that I thought of you and your post about becoming yourself this weekend. I struggle with this a lot. But this weekend I was at Target shopping for my son’s birthday and I had a gift card from Christmas and decided to look for something for myself as well. I found a super cute pair of boots that I fell in love with right away. They are ME. They are a shiny pearlescent color. I wanted them but then had all the usual questions run through my head…am I too old to wear this, what will “they” think, will I look silly. But I also thought about your post. I decided that I liked them, they were me and that was what was important. I wore them all weekend and they have made me happy! Thank you for your bravery and encouragement!ReplyCancel

  • Rachel ArntsonJanuary 20, 2014 - 5:43 pm

    Awesome, Amy. ReplyCancel

The peace and joy caught me by surprise. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday too, for a grand total of four days of more peace and joy than I’ve experienced in a long time. It’s not like I was giddy, off the wall for four days. There were certainly troubles and stress to be had. Most likely,…

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  • Tom BaunsgardJanuary 16, 2014 - 1:24 am

    Yes! Loved the music too.ReplyCancel