Honor came home with 99th percentile math scores and I wanted to jump across the table and dap him up.

On the ride home a few weeks ago, Tre told me there were scary things at his school. There was an alligator, he said.

Inspired by Dr. Seuss' Fox in Socks — so you can tell which path I've chosen. Kiddos before you're thirty? There's more to say.

She didn't just perform. She showed up pregnant and redefined the stage.

For this one, I could start with the lyrics to Honor’s favorite Cars song. “There's no load I can't hold; A road so rough, this I know; I'll be there when the light comes in; Just tell 'em we're SURVIVORS!” - I’ve been reminded this week that Jesus understands rough roads since He’s been where I am, and He has been and is singing these lyrics over my family and me. 

I wrote a whole book arguing that love, as we know it, doesn't exist. Then Honor arrived. And I'm still unconvinced. But for different reasons now.

Honor is the joy of my heart. He is undeniably the cutest baby I've ever seen and I will debate you and your mom. None of that stops me from crying when he cries — and I don't mean in the cute mother way.

In the time I've known her, she's transformed from mom to best friend. From crazy lady to superwoman. From know-it-all to actually knows-it-all. Happy Birthday, Ma.

I had a healthy baby and I was angry at God anyway. He could snap His finger and make it disappear. Why wouldn't He just do it? Fine. FINE. And then Dr. Flake walked out early.

They told us he might not live. He's here. They told us he might not breathe on his own. He came out quiet, but breathing, for sure. Here's the song that became our story.

At my 20-week scan, a doctor told me my son had a mass in his chest cavity larger than any he'd ever seen. I went in jolly and excited. I left an absolute wreck. Here's what God did next.

A baby was not on my radar. I was too busy building a marriage, a career, and honestly... myself. Then one morning in the dark, everything changed.