Category Archives: The Nursery

Where everything is coming up pink!

Cries in the Dark

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When I woke in the morning it was dark, and our house was still and quiet. As I began moving down the stairs I heard a rustling sound, and I knew my Bella was awake. I popped my head in her room and saw her silhouette illuminated by her nightlight. “Hey, Bella girl,” I whispered. “You coming down with me?”

She jumped out of bed and I helped her into her robe. We started walking together in the dimly lit room, then suddenly she turned and ran back across her room to her new nightlight. Excited to have something new, she switched it off not thinking about what would happen, and the room was plunged into darkness.  Read more... (533 words, estimated 2:08 mins reading time)

Everything… Including Wal-Mart

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In our home, HATE is a four-letter-word. And any of you who know me well know how I feel about crude language and four-letter-words. I HATE them. (Yes, I realize I just used the word hate again.) And apparently I’ve taught my children it is okay to use the word “hate”. You know why? Because I say it about 200 times when I’m walking through Wal-Mart. Then they use it at home and I have to eat my words and repent of my hatred of that cursed place.  Read more... (554 words, estimated 2:13 mins reading time)

An Ordinary Shopping Day Made Extraordinarily Beautiful

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Mommy, look! I’m taller than the shopping caht!

Oh, girlie, you stop that! I’ve told you and told you you’re not allowed to grow up!

But Mooooommmmmyyyy, I can’t stop gwowing. A hand grasps mine. But I’ll always be your best fwiend no matter what.

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The hills are alive with the Sound of Music.

Oh, Mommy! Look at the colowy (“colory”) mountains all awound. They do look alive!

And Mommy. You have a vewy beautiful voice. Will you sing to me all the time?

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Riches

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She grabbed my hand as I began my slow ascent up our stairway. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. She joined me, mirroring my steps, happy to be by my side.

“Mommy, I won’t pull hard on you or jump on you while we go up the stay-ahs because you have the can-cah (cancer).”

Laughing, I look down at her relishing her sparkling smile under messy red curls.

“You know, Bella-girl, Mommy doesn’t have cancer any more.”

She lets go of my hand to cover her mouth with both of hers, blue fingernail polish glistening, smile filling her face, “I for-GOT! I’m so happy you don’t have the can-cah!”  Read more... (337 words, estimated 1:21 mins reading time)

Just Us

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“Hey, Bella Boo, you ready to go pick up the boys?”

“Just you and me, Mommy?”

“Yep, just some cute girl and me.”

“Just this cute girl and you, Mommy?”

“Yep, just some beautiful girl and me.”

“Just this beautiful girl and you, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby girl, just us.”

“Oh, yes. Just us. I like being just us, Mommy. Just beautiful us.”

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Yes, baby girl. I like us, too. It’s beautiful.