Category Archives: Illuminate

Let me start today’s post with full disclosure I am not a mom dealing with anxiety. At least not in the diagnosed/medicated sense. My anxiety is the functional kind. I get anxious. A lot. But not to the point of needing to seek additional care. However, full fledged anxiety is no stranger to our family — my…

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Dear Bella, As I watched the fog blanket our tiny town this morning, you were on my mind as I cautiously drove away from home. Your sister in the backseat couldn’t quite comprehend the inability to see what lies ahead. “I can’t seeeeeee mommmmmmmy!” she whined, both frustrated and fascinated in the same breath. 5…

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This exact day three years ago was the day I was supposed to become a mom for the first time. At least according to the doctors. January 23rd was our angel Bella’s due date. (We lost her at 20 weeks and her entire story can be found HERE). An ordinary day for most, but one…

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Dear Bella, These days your presence is like a soft whisper that blows over me in the cool autumn breeze. The signs of fall are upon us and it reminds me of you. It was on one of these early fall days, filled with the winds of seasonal change, that we arrived at the hospital…

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How many children do you have? It’s the question I cringe at every time those words leave an unknowing stranger’s mouth. There is always a pregnant pause. And a quizzical look from the person asking because really ‘why in the world is this question taking so long for her to answer?’ It’s incredible how much…

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Last week we found Bella in the most unlikely of places. The gift tags at Nordstrom. I’m used to finding her in the darkness of our bedroom as I’m drifting off to sleep. Or in the rays of light streaming through our windows during a sunny day. Or in the 60 minute commute to work…

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