on “enough” …and other things.

I’m going to tell you a story today. Another one. Or maybe a few. I don’t tell you my stories because I think my life is earth-shattering and fascinating to you. I tell you my stories because… they’re all I have. I learn from them. And I hope they bring you hope or encouragement, too.

thoughts converge

There’s a lime-sized baby floating around in my basketball-sized belly. I popped over a week ago, well before the end of┬átrimester 1. Looking like 5 months at 11 weeks. Thanks, fourth-slash-fifth baby! My fears for the lime/baby have been unreasonably large for the last twenty-four hours. The story I’m making up is that I’ll go …