Musings

For all you new moms: thoughts

Dear friend!

 

I am SO TREMENDOUSLY excited for you. Becoming a mom is an amazing experience, a joy I can’t articulate. Motherhood is the greatest blessing I have literally ever experienced in my entire life. It has been so hard (especially the beginning) and the most challenging thing I have ever experienced too. I feel like becoming a mom deepens your love, your heart, your walk with Jesus in ways you can’t even imagine. I was in the process of collecting my thoughts about everything and wanted to send you some encouragement and wisdom. Totally take it or leave it – just wanted to share with you and literally zero.pressure.at.all. My sister-in-law sent me something similar when I was pregnant and it was really encouraging to me.

 

Please please please reach out to me any time. I want to be available to encourage you, pray for

For all you new moms: thoughts2025-04-18T14:36:33+00:00

New mom thoughts: 4/7/25

Oh my love, here we are on April 7th and time is flying. You are so big and fun and sweet…four months have exploded and I can’t believe you used to be so small you could fit on my chest like a little like bean. And now you are lying over my shoulder napping and we are rocking in our chair together. You are my joy. Your chubby thighs and little fingers and beautiful blue eyes and rosy cheeks are my favorite things in the entire world. My heart is desperately full of love and an anxious need to protect you from everything. I want to be able to hold you forever. You are my squishy bunny baby.
I never understood until now how mothers could and do feel about their babies. My life truly feels like it can be divided into two parts, before and after having
New mom thoughts: 4/7/252025-04-18T14:28:01+00:00

New mom thoughts: 12/31/24

It’s early in the morning on New Year’s Eve and I’m sitting here nursing my treasure,  My sweet baby girl. The past 3 weeks have been an absolute blur, The hardest of my entire life. I have never given more of myself. I have never felt more spent and exhausted. I have struggled emotionally and physically. I have felt so alone.
I know that I’m going to get through this. I know that it doesn’t last forever and that I will look back on these times and miss them. She is so little. So uncomplicated. So loved and she doesn’t even know it yet!   I know the Lord is with us. I feel sometimes like I am drowning. I feel like I am in a blanket of anxiety and trapped. Having a baby can make you feel claustrophobic and desperate. It’s mostly just the lack of sleep talking
New mom thoughts: 12/31/242025-04-18T14:26:59+00:00

Rivers and Roads

I was crying in front of the TV last night. My first thought is that I’m a total weirdo, but then I just embraced it. Something had touched my heart in some way…probably important to embrace it and feel it. (And write about it, since I’m still thinking about it).

What was I watching? Ha – the comedy/romance/spy show, Chuck. I’m over ten years overdue from when the show came out, and I’m not a big TV person. But I ended up watching and getting hooked on it a couple months ago when Corbin suggested it.

My disclaimer about most shows I’ve seen is that I like parts, but won’t enthusiastically rewatch or 100% recommend due to various content issues. Chuck was no exception – some episodes were a little gritty.

Something different about this show, though, was how the characters grew and related to each other, especially the two mains, Chuck and Sarah.

Rivers and Roads2023-09-22T18:02:15+00:00

“I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind…”

There are some teeny, tiny shadows of a wrinkle beginning to form under my eye.

Corbin says I’m being paranoid, and I agree with that statement – no one else can tell except me, I still look much younger than I really am. I have good genes and take care of my skin. It’s such a small thing.

It’s a sign, though, that the inevitable is happening. I am aging. Why am I surprised at this? After all, I’ve aged to my late twenties now. I have lived the transformation of child to teen to adult. What makes this transition weird or frightening?

I’ve aways said I want to age gracefully, to be shining with joy inside and out, never obsess over gray hair or crinkles and be beautiful in spirit even as my outward shell fades away. I’ve always told myself that I’m going to be fiercely committed to embracing my age

“I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind…”2023-07-03T18:33:53+00:00

small things big things

hello world, i haven’t written in *quite* some time and i’ve been feeling this itch building up in me lately to get some. form. of. words. OUT. i struggle with this feeling of “i need to write because i MUST record what’s happening in my life or else i’ll forget it and then blah blah blah” like there’s some kind of pressure to do it. but i’d rather write when i feel like there is actually something to say vs. some weird pressure i’m putting on myself to do it (which i am very good at doing and not so great at catching). so, i feel like there is something to be said today.

 

M y L i f e L a t e l y

I spent the afternoon baking today and it was lovely. We had nothing to do today – some friends were supposed to come over this morning

small things big things2022-03-13T04:21:57+00:00

marriage is cleaning the stove

Corbin semi-coerced me into watching Twilight with him today to poke fun at it together. It was so cringy, the CGI was so bad, I had to walk out of the room. Apart from the bad acting and unbelievability of it all, I was also annoyed with how sappy and, well, perfect, the romance is portrayed between Edward and Bella. Like, have the directors ever seen a real dating relationship before? (“No one even talks like that,” Corbin pointed out laughing.)

 

Because that’s not what true love is or looks like. Marriage, especially. Marriage is a commitment, a decision to sacrifice and love even when you don’t feel like it, or when the other person isn’t beautiful or always there or perfect. Marriage is

 

cleaning the stove on a Wednesday night; doing laundry for the 9000th time; sharing toothpaste; sitting in silence on the couch doing two separate things; having a domestic about

marriage is cleaning the stove2021-09-02T01:41:15+00:00

Ground Control to Major Tom

My living room is filled with piles of neatly stacked and folded laundry. A sign of a diligent and thoughtful husband, who is now asleep because of an early morning stocking the grocery store tomorrow.

 

I ran into a couple at the store this evening while I was picking up ingredients to make fish tacos. They just got married three weeks ago – such joy! I remember what it felt like because I still mostly feel that way too. It is still so sweet to just do basic life things with Corbin like getting groceries or cleaning the kitchen (which may or may not now include scraping suicidal pepperonis off the bottom of the oven).

 

However, after walking down to the soup aisle, I realized, in a panicky sort of way, that I couldn’t quite remember what exactly I felt like or what exactly we did during those first few precious weeks and

Ground Control to Major Tom2021-08-03T03:38:24+00:00

To all the boys who haven’t yet loved

Like many who love a good relationship drama, I adored watching Netflix’s To All The Boys I Loved Before. Armed with snacks and my best friend, I indulged in the sweet and quirky tale of high school romance between Lara Jean and Peter complete with a bubblegum color palette, fun music, and loveable supporting characters. I couldn’t wait for the sequel, and then, finally, the final chapter in this story which came out a few months ago right around Valentine’s Day.

It’s senior year, and Lara Jean is in a tough position. She didn’t get accepted into Stanford, her dream school that she and Peter had planned on both attending together, and now she has to figure out what to do. Attend college across the country at NYU, or choose a “safe” option and a college closer to home (and Stanford, and Peter). The ending of the movie was slightly predictable, but

To all the boys who haven’t yet loved2021-05-23T00:03:19+00:00

Six months of marriage: reflections

The next thing I knew, I had been married for SIX MONTHS WHAT and winter was beginning to melt into Spring slush. Rumor has it that it may hit 65 degrees this Wednesday, I missed picking up my hold from the library, and I’ve cleaned the kitchen four times in the past 24 hours. I’m reading through the Gospels in 30 days (ok more like 75 days at this point RIP), thought I had COVID but ended up sorely disappointed, and have discovered a latent obsession for extreme sour patch kids. I think I’m done with our taxes, hosted brunch this morning, and am savoring sunshine. My Spotify playlist is still a weird mix of stuff that’s mostly circa 2013. I have ups and downs emotionally about the world, my health, and if I’m doing enough for the Lord (spoiler, that’s a bad trap to get into and is a

Six months of marriage: reflections2021-03-07T03:11:07+00:00