Category: Moments Between
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The Blessing of an Unexpected Summer Breeze
There is something about the middle of summer when the heat seems to settle over everything. The air feels heavy before you even step outside. The pavement shimmers in the distance, and even the trees seem to stand perfectly still, waiting for relief. On days when the real feel climbs into the triple digits, you…
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Beneath the Same July Moon
Last night, a little after ten, I slipped into the pool and stretched out on my raft. The only light in the backyard came from beneath the water. The soft glow of the pool lights shimmered across the surface while everything beyond it faded into darkness. I looked up. A small crescent moon rested above…
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After the Rain
This evening, a summer storm rolled through. The kind that waters everything all at once, then quietly moves on. When the rain finally stopped, I stepped outside. The first thing I noticed wasn’t the sky. It wasn’t the sunlight breaking through the clouds or the rain still glistening on the grass. It was the birds.…
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The Quiet Search for Balance
Most evenings, you’ll find me outside. Sometimes I’m walking around the yard as the day begins to settle. Other times, I’m sitting quietly in a chair, listening to the birds disappear into the trees while the last light lingers across the sky. There’s something about that time of day. The emails have stopped. The deadlines…
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The Rhythm That Remains
Saturday morning, I was standing in line when I noticed a young mother nearby. Her baby rested against her shoulder, completely content, his little face tucked into the curve of her neck while she gently shifted her weight from one foot to the other and softly patted his back. The movement looked so natural that…
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When People Mistake Peace for Perfection
There’s a strange thing that happens sometimes when you spend most of your life trying to stay steady. People begin to mistake your peace for perfection. They assume you don’t struggle because you don’t always speak about it.They assume things come easily because you carry them quietly.And sometimes, they create a version of you in…
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Graduation Day — The First Hug After Boot Camp
There are moments in motherhood you prepare for. First steps. First day of school. First heartbreak. But no one prepares you for the first hug after months of silence. When I saw him standing there in uniform — taller somehow, steadier — my heart recognized him before my eyes did. And when he wrapped his…
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The Quiet Observer Who Became Like Me
There are some children who enter the world loudly. And then there are the quiet observers. The ones who study everything before they speak.The ones who sit beside you peacefully without needing constant attention.The ones who somehow feel familiar to your own soul from the very beginning. That was Jacob. Even as a little boy,…
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From the Time You Were Little
Bootcamp Birthday Poem From the time you were little,I knew you would bea force to be reckoned with —with a little added “me.” You were driven from the start.I could see it each day.Growing, and growing,into the man you’ve become today. You never cease to amaze mewith everything you do —from the smallest of effortsto…
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The Ordinary Nights I Miss the Most
I can’t tell you exactly when it changed. There wasn’t a single moment that marked it.No final bedtime routine.No last ordinary day that announced itself while I was living it. It was quieter than that. The kind of change you only notice once you’ve already crossed into it. For years, the house carried the sound…