Meeting Olive

I hoped she would come early. The entire pregnancy felt so much longer than it actually was. The days were defined by what I ate, finding spots on my sore fingers to prick, and waiting an agonizing few seconds for the forsaken number to pop up on the little screen. I had never worked so hard in my life to make sure what was going into my body was working to my benefit, to her benefit. But in the last days of pregnancy when all you really want to do is lay down, take deep breaths, and wait for your world to change, managing blood sugar is not ideal.

Just a Lump of Dirt Trying to Write a Book

A couple of years ago, I think God told me to write a book. I say that, but I don't always know what that means. What I do know is that my scattered thoughts have made the most sense when they've been laid out on a page. I open up my head and my heart like a box of puzzle pieces and dump them onto the blank white space. Some need to be turned over and straightened out. We definitely need to start with the edge and corner pieces. And, when it's just about done, we'll go back in and fill in the missing places with the aha! pieces that were right in front of our faces the entire time.