Author: Victoria

I mean Patrick and I both already scheduled today off of work, because worst day ever we just need to be around each other, but how did my 4-day weekend turn into a 7-day weekend? I’m over the ice and just want to be able to get out of my house. These last few days… Continue reading Memories

Five. I caught myself staring at your sleeping sister’s face last night just trying to catch a glimpse of you. I long to know what you would look like today. What your favorite color would be. What you would excel at, and what would make you laugh uncontrollably. I try to catch glimpses of you… Continue reading Five

Five. I caught myself staring at your sleeping sister’s face last night just trying to catch a glimpse of you. I long to know what you would look like today. What your favorite color would be. What you would excel at, and what would make you laugh uncontrollably. I try to catch glimpses of you… Continue reading Five

5. Tomorrow you should be five. This year words feel inadequate for how I’m feeling. I had a bit of a nervous breakdown yesterday. My emotions got the better of of me. I took a pill and now I just feel numb. I don’t want to feel this week. I don’t want to think about… Continue reading Tomorrow

I’ve seen a lot of posts today and yesterday that have said that sending thoughts and prayers is not useful. And while I agree that prayers alone aren’t solving the issues in our very broken country, I just have to say, as a parent who has a small idea of what those 17 sets of… Continue reading Praying Because It Works

Lately, the weather has been beyond cold. When you start getting excited about it finally being 20 degrees, you know it’s been just too dang cold. Of course, with the cold has come little bursts of snow. Nothing major, but still. Seeing that layer of white cover the ground. Feeling that cold air freeze my… Continue reading With the Cold Comes Memories

Our little showstopper has her second dance recital this weekend. She even got to do a dance with daddy. She did so amazingly (Patrick did too). As I watched her dance, I filled with pride. She smiled, she knew all the steps, and she was a joy to watch. My usually overly shy child shone… Continue reading Dance, Baby, Dance