Here lately, I’ve been feeling very creative.  I’ve also been getting some diverse projects I’ve been wanting to do out of my head and off my to do lists.  Somedays, the creativity just flows.  These are times that you just have to ride the wave.  Last Friday night, I think I was on creative overload.  I normally am an early to bed kind of girl.  My head was swirling with ideas about a project I couldn’t wait to...

I did not grow up around hunting. For my husband, it’s the opposite. It runs in his family on both sides. It’s a family tradition that deeply rooted in his make-up- in what makes him who he is. To take hunting away from him would be to watch him slowly die. We all know things that are so intertwined into who a person is that you can’t take away from them- that’s hunting for my husband. Cody’s Grandfather in...

Against my window- no just kidding. I love the rain against my window. But that’s the title and then song that came to mind as I thought about this post last night. I know this post sounds contradictory to my post yesterday. Last night, yesterday’s posts and struggling with infertility clashed into a storm. A different kind of rain came to mind. The one I hate. The one that comes when I think about not having kids, the chance...