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September 10, 2019

Tomorrow marks the loss of so much. So many people lost their sense of security. Children lost parents, parents lost children. People lost loved ones. Period.

People talk about 9/11. Because it changed everything.

People talk about it. They remember those lost. Not just from that day, but the ensuing years of war and conflict. And peace tours.

It’s weird… because the loss of a child can cause grief that mimics PTSD.

So, the 11th of September though, I’m going to pretend that people are remembering my loss. Because my loss is real too.

That Wonderful Hospital Smell

August 30, 2019


There is something safe and familiar about the smell of a hospital for me. Most people find hospitals stressful and anxiety ridden. Not me. I find that once I am here I calm down.

Fleur’s birth has was no exception.AF6AE6BF-AFBF-47F7-8A65-A51FEDA32A47

Nor our return for DVT.

Today is the day to see if my leg is cleared. Doesn’t mean I’m not terrified, because I am. Every twinge in my leg makes me wonder if everything is ok. It’s supposed to be. I took daily injections for 13ish weeks. Because everything about this pregnancy and birth has been epic. Yes it hurts. Yes those caused hematomas all over my stomach. Yes it is worth it. Just look at her!! 3643C569-CABF-4FBA-B15B-FDB2967C50D1

In the end, I must get some hospital hand soap; it calms me faster than a spa and smells like newborns and safety for me.


June 9, 2019

After all this time!

When we thought it would never happen.

She arrived! Lavender and unsure how to transition from the inside to the outside. It took a bit of coaxing, determination and patience. But she’s thriving. Our own little Fleur!!

Sure, she doesn’t have white-gold hair. But she is just mesmerizing.

Small, pixie like in size.

A force of her own.

Welcome, little Fleur, we didn’t know how badly our family needed you until you arrived earth side. Thank you for bringing your magic to our hearts.

February 22, 2019

These days, as you grow, taking more room than just in my body. More space in my heart and life. And of those around me… these days are passing so fast. Too fast. I’m utterly terrified. This isn’t my first rodeo. Nor my second. Most people would say that I am an expert at this point. But I feel like I am anything but.

You are unexpected. And new. It makes me feel inexperienced, and not capable.

This time, this time of your entry will be something wholly inexperienced by me before, despite having done it already. Multiple times. This place, this space, is new. Unfamiliar and an adventure that I was not expecting to navigate.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. So it is said. But that space is too much. And I have to let go differently. I miss proximity to familiarity. All the while loving the space making us dig deeper into us. Our team.

You, your arrival, will bring all this together. You couldn’t have known that. It wasn’t your intention. But the good that will come with your arrival will be something precious.

Woman to woman, mother to daughter, friend to friend. You are bringing them all together. Deep love that is grown and birthed in it’s own pain.

Thank you for your presence, and what adventure you will bring to our lives. We didn’t know we needed it. But we do.


August 22, 2018

A few weeks back my big kids invited me on a bike ride. They had been asking for well over a month for me to join them. I finally arranged to join them.

It was magical.

The day was bright and sunny. The weather hot and perfect for a bike ride.

As we meandered through the neighbourhoods in our community the path went through a wooded area. All I could think is: “Today is the perfect day.”

And it was. It was perfect.

As the sound of the woods surrounded me, and the breeze blew past my ear I realized why it was so perfect: I was living in the moment.

You see, all we have is right now. Now. Right… now. We don’t have the past, and we can only plan (hope) for the future.

For the past several months I have been quiet. Trying to figure out how to say something that is going to anger a lot of people, and if you aren’t ready to hear this, it’s ok. Come back when you are. But here it goes: let go of the past and let go of the dead. You can’t take them where you are going. And they are already gone.

I have been so happy, so very happy. I can to terms with Gift’s death in a new way: that letting him go isn’t forgetting. It doesn’t mean that I don’t grieve what I have lost. It means I can live fully in the present. When I try to hold on to him, I am dragging my past with me. I can let go and be fully here, in the now. Right now.

On the bike ride I finally had words. Gift is my past. I can carry his memory into the future. But there is no place for him in my right now, because he isn’t here.

Sometimes I like to think back on my wedding day. But I don’t think about it daily. I don’t lament about it, or write about it. It was the official beginning to my life with my Love. But I can’t live as if we are newlyweds any more because we are not. We are married. I live like we are: we share our lives. Same with the children: some days I talk about the day they joined our family. But not everyday. And I don’t talk about it with every person I meet.

These people, my Love and my living children are my right now.

That is what I have. It is what great gifts God has given me. The right now.


I had most of this post written before we moved. Before the orca, J-35, carried her dead baby for about 1600km. This display of grief is understandable to any parent who has had a child die. And the metaphor too obvious. But it is true. It’s ok to let go. When you are ready. Just, please, don’t hang on forever. It isn’t healthy, and it keeps your focus away from the right now.

I plan on writing less about grief. And more about living.

January 21, 2018

Grief is a part of life. Many things can be grieved: a failed exam, a broken toy, a death.

We can learn so much by being open to grief and the beauty that comes with grief. Experience it fully. Allow it to run the course. Don’t hinder it. But also don’t prolong it. Try not to rush things, and don’t hold onto it like an identity because it is not who you are not who you were made to be.

Happy Birthday!

January 10, 2018

While you wait on your gift to arrive in the mail, let me remind you why I love you:


  • you inspire people to be more.  More honest.  More comfortable with themselves.  More relational.  More artistic.  More gracious.  Just… More.
  • your willingness to take on a crazy needy friend who had way too much time on her hands
  • you come along side people and see them for who they are.  Even when that is hard.
  • your love for music.  And how you find music to be the score to your life.
  • your deep love of God
  • your love of birth

You have inspired me in so many areas of my life.

Do you remember taking turns consoling each other when my first move came up?  I do. I think that move was not for me. I think me moving was so that others could fill the void that I left and they would get to experience the joy that you bring.

You forge a path that leaves behind a trail of life and beauty.

Your selflessness and drive for people to experience grace have humbled me and taught me how to be more honest in my life.

While moves and different stages in life have created longer periods that we don’t get to see each other I know that you are there when I call.  When I need to birth a child.  Or sit and cry on your couch.  For a cup of tea.  Last minute care of my children. Or when I show up on your doorstep with the remnants of my family because I don’t know where else to go.

Your legacy will be that of love.

Happy 40th Birthday!

(We really need a picture together. Maybe with our crazy matching hats.)