My Precious Girls, Crosbie drank her last drop of breast milk yesterday. As I watched her drain the liquid from the upturned bottle, I felt an odd mixture of regret and relief, a deep sadness wrapped in the comfort of a burden lifted. For the past three weeks, I’ve guzzled water, choked down supplements, and pumped around the clock, all in an effort to extract every last drop of so-called “liquid gold” that I could possibly squeeze from my body. … Read more »

On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” – Nancy Tillman Crosbie Kayt, You are snoring softly in your swing as I type these words, and I still cannot believe you have finally graced this world with your presence. After 9 long months of morning sickness, indigestion, insomnia, stretch marks, and severe diaphragm pain (let’s not forget… Read more »

(Written June 4, 2014) Laynie and Crosbie, Yesterday I turned 27. I am officially closer to 30 than I am to 20. Over a quarter of a century. Approaching my 10-year high school reunion. I am clearly not getting any younger, and thus the idea for this blog has grown from a tiny little seed I truly believe the Lord planted in my heart over a year ago (before you were even a thought, Miss Crosbie) into a towering, crushing monster of… Read more »