I see you. I believe you.

An armed and dangerous man who had Marshfield and Duxbury on lock-down was still at large until moments ago today. You could hear the sirens from your windows and all the local news stations saying: “stay inside and lock your doors.” As a newly single mom of two very young kids, this was one of … Continue reading I see you. I believe you.

Love On, Little Man.

Teddy, Teds, TeDo, Bubba, Abbott—you already have a list of nicknames your loved ones refer to you as. I call you Bubba. My Bubba. You are literally the happiest, smiliest, most easy-going baby—and thank-all-that-is-good-in-this-world because it had been one hell of a trying year—A time in life when I didn’t think I’d survive one more … Continue reading Love On, Little Man.

Teddy’s Birth Day.

“....I decided to name you Teddy Abbott after your two maternal great-grandfathers and two of the greatest, most loving, kind, and genuine men I'll ever know. The WWII generation of really good men-- I figured you needed one hell of a strong name and although they are big shoes to fill, I have no doubt in you, my little love warrior. I may have given birth to you, but in many ways, you and your sister are the ones who breathe life into me, everyday....”

(un)happy 5th anniversary.

“...We both wanted children more than we’ve ever wanted anything in our entire lives—and parenting was something that came so naturally to both of us—you are truly the best things that ever happened to either of us, I know no other statement to be more true. You are our everything—and I hope every day for the rest of your lives, you know this with every fiber of your being. You are our hearts and souls outside our bodies, created in love, and will be raised with love—just from different households...”