Ah, Parenthood.

You have never disappointed me. Not even once. 

Even when Amber wore unfortunate black lipstick…or when Max had the awful scene in the car with his parents when I literally thought someone would have to admit me to the crazy house for emotional distress…or when Drews girlfriend had an abortion…or the video scene where Kristina said goodbye to her children…or when Crosby learned he was a Daddy for the first time.

I mean, Parenthood, you have never failed me.

Why now? How can you be over???

My other lifelong love shows, Greys Anatomy, Felicity, Alias, Friday Night Lights and The Office have taking strange turns here and there that have left me with doubts and (gasp) at times feeling that maybe, just maybe it’s just a television show.

But not, Parenthood.

By golly, the Bravermans are real. Like, real life, real.

And I love them. And they love me.

Are you even kidding me with tonights episode?

I was sobbing, like SOBBING, sobbing. I was in the fetal position on the couch and truly needed to be swaddled and put in a crib.

It just can’t be over. Can’t!

But, I never thought I would get over the ending of Friday Night Lights..and then Parenthood happened and alas, I survived.

So, here is my siren call to all you movie maker people in magic land. You best knit my heart back together again and make another show of the caliber as Friday Night Lights and Parenthood.

It’s the only way.

Until then, Braverman forever!

And if you haven’t watched it, I beg you, watch. On Friday night at 8:00pm get in your jammies and turn on Season 1, Episode 1 on Netflix and BINGE watch. Watch and love. You won’t regret it.




Is it weird that it feels weird to be back in this space again?

To be writing, I mean.

It occurred to me today that I haven’y written here in forever and I’m not currently singing anywhere consistency either. The two creative outlets I’ve always had have taken a seat firmly on the back burner.

The real truth friends is that life with these 3 tiny humans is all consuming. Not in a bad way of course…in a great way, but all consuming the same.

And…as I feel the kicks a new little baby GIRL wrestling inside of me and insisting that she not be forgotten we have a new baby love coming in March.

Yes, in case you’re keeping count that makes 4 babies in 5 years for Zach and I. Let me sum up your questions for you…

1. Are we crazy?

2. Do we know what causes pregnancy?

3. Is our cable out?

The truth is, we are nervously excited about our new venture as a family of 6! But overall we feel very thankful for the opportunity to be parents to these extraordinary little humans. No really, I mean it. It’s kind of like getting older, there are complications to becoming older and more “mature” but the blessings and privileges of aging far outweigh the negative.

What I mean is, sure having lots of tiny children is work…lots and lots of work, but the rewards are greater than the thoughts of not having these precious souls. We feel really lucky and blessed for sure.

So there you have it. I hope to write a little most days. I am super happy to be back with you. And don’t worry, for all of you who are desperate to save money…I’m working on more tips for you.


Another {year}.


Here we are. Yes, they are SO BIG. (And so I am! Surprise! Baby #4 Coming in March!)

Today is my birthday.

Not just any birthday.

A big one.

Today I am 35 years old.

This seems impossible in many ways, however, in others I feel like I’ve lived a whole lotta life in a short 35 year span.

Mainly, I feel privileged and lucky.

There are a whole bunch of fine folks whose one wish and prayer was to live to be 35, yet they are gone, and here I sit. So, I will not take this beautiful birthday for granted. Not for a second.

Bring on the wrinkles, laugh lines and wisdom. I’m ready for ya.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the mountains that people climb up and die on. I guess that’s what happens at 35. You start wondering a little more. Ya know, like their soapboxes. I know a lot of gals who are adamant about eating organic or “real” foods and it seems that’s all they ever talk about.

Or natural childbirth.

Or politics.

Or no spankings.

Or spankings.

Or TV.

Or no TV.

Or the environment.

Or poverty.

Or shopping.

Or homeschooling.

Or public schooling.

Or private schooling.

Or weddings.

Or no weddings.

You get the point.

People feel strongly about many different things, want to share their opinions with anyone and everyone who will listen. Honestly, this makes no sense to me whatsoever.

In fact, in most cases (even if I happen to agree with their stance), I feel that they are being divisive and inclusive.

But this has got me thinking…now on my big birthday, what is my stand? My SOAPBOX? At least these folks stand for something, right?

Sure, I care about defending the unborn, children in poverty, feeding the poor and spreading the Gospel. These are the things that really get my heart pumping wildly. These are the things that I want my life to be about. Because, lets face it, with all these tiny children my brain can’t handle thinking about much more than feeding them 3 whole times a day PLUS snacks. I mean, come on, how much can these tiny humans eat? But I digress…

But I’m not sure if a soapbox is appropriate.

Maybe I prefer a Life-Box. (For all you hipsters out there would it be #life-box?).

I don’t want my life to be about being right or persuading people to look or act the way I do. Honestly, I have no opinion whatsoever about how much TV your child watches or what kind of food you feed it. Or what movies you watch or if you believe in the death penalty or if you have a huge or tiny wedding.  I  really want the best for you. And I really, really, really want you to know Jesus and experience freedom through Him. All the rest is just details.

So on Day One of my 35th year, that is my Life-Box proclamation: Love. Always Love. And hopefully, all my love will show Jesus to all of you. Whether you like it or not.

And if you care to know if I have an opinion about the way you birth your child (or really anything else that people get all crazy over), I love you, but I absolutely do not care. Happy birthing and whatnot.

PS: It’s good to be back here on this little blog.



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