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SIMPLY SARA: November 2013
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Thursday, November 7, 2013. We have a daughter. And we almost lost her. In the last five days, I have been brought to my knees and humbled by the power of miracles. Because the thing is, she is still here, and that is indeed a miracle. Still, I pray for another one, and so here I am, typing at my computer, praying for one more. It's a bit hard to fall to your knees when laying in a hospital bed in a recovery room, but in my mind and in my heart, I did. We were given a miracle. And I haven't stopp...And I...
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SIMPLY SARA: March 2014
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Thursday, March 6, 2014. Today my girl is officially a newborn. Today was originally her day. But as we now know, my girl had different plans. And just as it should be. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am a mother of three, a wife of one, and a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a teacher, a reader, a writer, a thinker, a dreamer, and a connoisseur of all things reality TV. They call her mimi. If I could write a song. Life according to the prp. It's Not About The Milk, But It Also Kind Of Is.
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SIMPLY SARA: November 2014
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Monday, November 3, 2014. A year ago today. A year ago today, Trevor and I drove back from Seattle after catching a last minute Sounders game. I was 22 weeks and three days pregnant. The baby had kicked the entire soccer game, so much so that I actually joked with Trevor that I thought she wanted out. Some call this feeling haunted. I know I do. It's a moment that to this day, despite the happy ending, can still haunt me. Out of nowhere. We all know our story doesn't end here. Or like that. I don...But I...
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SIMPLY SARA: The big 3-7.
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Thursday, February 5, 2015. I turned the big 3-7 on Friday. We ate pizza and cake. My husband gave me an alarm clock, a beautiful card with all three kids' handprints in it, and a Mountain Dew water jug the size of Hulk Hogan's face. It's huge. And I love it. It is seriously just what I wanted. It's funny, really, because if you would have asked me five years ago what I imagined, I would sound so completely idiotic that the now-version-of-me would have to ask the then-version-of-me if I was on crack.
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SIMPLY SARA: September 2014
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Monday, September 22, 2014. The Van of Dreams. We bought a Suburban. We freaking bought a Suburban. It's pretty. Super pretty. And it's fun to drive. Like I sort of want to cruise Clearwater in it and relive my high school years. But I have kids now. And speaking of the kids, we can fit all three kids and their car seats in one row. This makes Gabby very, very happy. She doesn't like to be alone. She gets that from me. We bought that van so the babies would come. So was the van. And then there's our Gabb...
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SIMPLY SARA: February 2014
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Saturday, February 1, 2014. Lately I turned 36. I celebrated with a pedicure. And I got my hair styled and some makeup put on my money maker. My money maker hasn't had makeup on in three months. Three months. I kind of liked it. Lately life is a blur. A blur of this routine we seem to have built for ourselves. A routine founded in survival. A routine in which every hour of every day is accounted for. And surviving we are. And lately - as in like this morning - this happened:. After 49 days, my boys got t...
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SIMPLY SARA: May 2014
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Sunday, May 11, 2014. Today was a day. A day redeemed by a pair of Sycamore balls handed to me by my 2-year-old son. I got these for you, mama," he said. I am not sure he will ever really know how much I needed to hear that. And so now they sit on my fireplace mantle. I am pretty sure they will stay there forever. The Sycamore balls that saved the day. Okay, maybe a lot. Maybe I had fantasized about a little break. Until my Noah brought me my balls (Oh, how I love that sentence.). Laying in bed in my Las...
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SIMPLY SARA: July 2013
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Friday, July 19, 2013. Sometimes I wish I didn't know. Because when you know, sometimes it consumes you. And then sometimes you get scared for what it all means - for your neighborhood, for your community, for your world. Sometimes I wish it wasn't about black or white. Or about who loves who. Or about whose God is right. But often it seems to be. And so sometimes, it consumes me. Because I just don't understand. And this consumes me. Where are God's people? Does this sanctity end at birth? So sometimes ...
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SIMPLY SARA: February 2015
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Thursday, February 5, 2015. I turned the big 3-7 on Friday. We ate pizza and cake. My husband gave me an alarm clock, a beautiful card with all three kids' handprints in it, and a Mountain Dew water jug the size of Hulk Hogan's face. It's huge. And I love it. It is seriously just what I wanted. It's funny, really, because if you would have asked me five years ago what I imagined, I would sound so completely idiotic that the now-version-of-me would have to ask the then-version-of-me if I was on crack.
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SIMPLY SARA: December 2014
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Wednesday, December 17, 2014. I yearn for glimpses of the child she once was. A child doted on with stories and food and affection, the language of mothers who come from this shore. A child who loved school, her pet rabbit, and Cary Grant movies with a passion. A child who prided herself in being teacher’s pet, whose own mother was pulled from school after the 6. And so began my mother’s journey as a survivor. Had she abandoned her culture? Had she left them behind? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Abi's Refl...