my eldest

I posted about “my middle,” Big J, a few days back. Today, a couple words about my eldest, H. This child is somehow JUST. LIKE. ME. Most people, when they see us side-by-side, remark how much we look alike. I am fortunate in that H still takes this as complimentary. (Although, people still think my… Continue reading my eldest

12 years

12 years ago today, in a tiny church in Pungo, Virginia, B and I got married. I wore a dress I designed and my mother made using recycled wedding dresses and a $100 piece of lace. (Something old, something new.) I might be exaggerating about the cost of the lace, but I remember thinking that… Continue reading 12 years