The six month mark
I’m officially six months postpartum. The first three months after having my second son were hard. Really hard. During those dark times, I was constantly wishing I could close my eyes and fast forward to when he was six months…
I’m officially six months postpartum. The first three months after having my second son were hard. Really hard. During those dark times, I was constantly wishing I could close my eyes and fast forward to when he was six months…
Five years in Colorado, three triathlons, one baby and a multi year-long pandemic later, I finally purchased my first road bike. During my first triathlon, I rode a 1980’s road bike that was a hand-me-down from my father-in-law. I loved…
I found out I was pregnant with you on a Thursday. It was March 12, 2020. One day later, your dad and I met your Aunt Christie and Uncle Dan at a brewery to tell them about you. It would…
Nearly three years ago, on May 1st, I arrived at Denver International airport with no job, no place to live, one backpack full of clothes, and one husband. I can vividly remember waiting outside of the airport, looking around and…