Meet our Warren Joseph. A son. So different from the responsibility and privilege of raising a daughter, and yet so distinctly precious. Savannah was the first of a new generation for our family. She made us parents and taught us the Father’s love like we’d never experienced it before. She showed us the necessity of shaping identity early in a child’s life and how everything we do in this life is driven by the understanding of our own. She was an everyday example of the joy we are created to live with, the kind that comes from knowing just who we are. Charlie was the first for our family after…

It feels surreal to type the words “third time mom” into that heading above. Can that be real? Am I really old enough- mature enough- to have now had three children? That’s more children than my own mother. Am I qualified to talk about birth experiences or make any kind of recommendations about what could or should go into postpartum preparation? I don’t feel like the other third time mothers do- or at least what I imagine they would. Mostly because I’ve never had the privilege to raise my multiple children in my home, all at once. That, and my birth experiences have all looked so different. Do I deserve…

I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.