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Father’s Day 2016

Dear Son,

Your Daddy loves you more
than mountains love spring rain.
You pull his world around
like the moon pulls the tide.
And when your tears flow
he feels your anger and your pain.
When you ask to get on his shoulders
he never refuses giving the ride.

Daddy will be your rock when life
throws you this way and that.
He’ll teach you what’s what:
like how to build, how to fix,
how to fish and how to hunt.
He’ll show by example how to be a man.
And you can be sure, if you’ve earned it,
you’ll also get your licks.

Your Daddy loves you the whole world
and then some.


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Posted by on June 16, 2016 in Letters To My Son, Poetry, Uncategorized


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Valentine’s: Just Another Day Around Here

Dear Hunter,

It seems like just yesterday it was New Year’s and a few days ago was Christmas.  But we are approaching Valentine’s day with the speed of light.  You, my dear son, are mine and Dad’s Valentine.  Every day with you is filled with smiles and love and fun and I love it!

As you get older, you’ll get caught up in all the little Valentine’s giving and receiving at school (If they still do that, I don’t know). And you will learn all about the commercialism of this holiday and many others.  But Dad and I will balance that out for you because around here we say, “Every day is Valentine’s Day.”  We don’t withhold our love and caring and then try to make up for it on one day of the year with ‘stuff.’

We share our love for each other (and now, for you, too) every day. We show each other kindness, consideration and passion every day. Some days its more than others.  And some days it might be hard to see altogether. That’s just the ebb and flow of a relationship, son. The important point here is that we intentionally create our relationship and love and friendship on a daily basis.

Valentine’s day is nice and we celebrate it, but it’s special for us because it reminds us that we make our relationship work the rest of the 364 days of the year. And that is pretty darn sweet.

I love you, son.


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Posted by on February 12, 2015 in Lessons Learned, Letters To My Son


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Brave Twirl

Dear Hunter,

Every day you inspire me to be brave. With each new discovery you make, I first take a deep breath and then, depending on what you are doing, I take a step forward or backward. I come toward you to share in your discovery or be closer if I need to pick you up when you fall.  I move away to give you a sense of autonomy and mastery over your world and body.

You recently learned how much fun it is to twirl in circles, get dizzy and fall down. And my first instinct is to tell you to be careful, that you are going to fall.  But my brave self tells me that you have to learn how to fall, how to crash in to things and learn how to get up even when it hurts. So, I laugh with you as you twirl, giggling all the way to the floor. Sometimes the twirl ends with tears and a bruise or two. I say, “Yep, that hurt, buddy. Do you want my help?” Sometimes you do, sometimes you don’t. You get more sure-footed with every twirl, though. And I get braver.

I hope you never forget how much fun it is to twirl, my dear boy. You’ve reminded me what a joy it is to play and get dizzy and silly and giggle, falling down.

I love you,



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No No No NO NO

My sweet boy,

You love to say, “No.” And you practice saying it in all sorts of ways. Sometimes you say it with a smile and a laughing squeal as you run away from me with the sunglasses your dad bought me the summer I was pregnant with you. Then there are the times when you SCREAM NONONONONONONO at the top of your lungs when it’s time to get in your car seat and you REALLY DO NOT want to.

I know you’ve learned that because dad and I say “No” to a lot. And it’s usually because you are doing or you are about to do something that might not turn out so well -either for you or for us… Like climbing on the top rail of the porch or playing with the keyboard on the computer.

As I see your abilities and confidence grow, I am trying to say “Yes” more often. Sometimes lessons are only learned when you have permission to fail… or fall. But they are also learned when you succeed. I don’t want your success to be stymied by my “No’s” because I was scared.

I promise to do my best to be brave and say “YES!” more often so we can grown and learn together.


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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Letters To My Son


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Thank You

Dear Hunter,

Thank you for the giggles
Thank you for the kisses
Thank you for the squeals
Thank you for the snuggles
Thank you for the peek-a-boos
Thank you for the wobbly walk
Thank you for the leg-hugging
Thank you for the ‘mama-mama’ in the middle of the night
Thank you for the tears
Thank you for the naps
Thank you for the bluest eyes filled with laughter
Thank you for the grumpiness
Thank you for the diapers
Thank you for the chubby, dimpled thighs
Thank you for the love.

Do I fit in the carry on space?

Do I fit in the carry on space?

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Posted by on January 16, 2014 in Letters To My Son, Uncategorized


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It’s Officially The First…

…birthday, that is. Happy First Birthday to Hunter Patrick!


Dear Son,

Today is your very first birthday. Your dad and I have been blessed to have you for a whole 12 months already and share in some amazing “firsts.”

You breathed the first time and we held our own breaths.
Crying your first cry, made us cry with joy.
Your first smile lit our hearts and
The first giggle had us laughing with you.
When you first rolled over and first sat up,
We cheered your achievement.
And as we roll into your second year,
we anticipate your first steps –
knowing there are still many
“firsts” ahead of us.

Its been a great first year, my sweet little boy…


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Posted by on November 9, 2013 in Letters To My Son


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Nap Time

…is sacred time. 

Dear Hunter,

You are nine months old this week and right now you are napping. As I reflect on the past nine months, it’s hard for me to fathom how far we’ve come.  You and me.  Being your mom adds a dimension to my life I never imagined. I work on my relationship with you every day, son.  Some days I am really good at it and other days I feel I am lacking whatever it is you need that will help you. 

These early months have been filled with laughing days, learning days, crying days and just-there days.  We wake up with your smiles and giggles. And we go to sleep with your suckling snuggles. The hours in-between are always an adventure.

Last week, you started to crawl and soon you will start walking by yourself. With every new stage, your dad and I are so excited and proud of you. We try to protect you and yet not overprotect you. And sometimes we get it wrong.  So, we adjust and move forward.

I just wanted to take a few moments of this sacred time to let you know how much I love you and how every day I feel lucky to be your mother.




Posted by on August 6, 2013 in Uncategorized


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For My Husband on His First Father’s Day

Dear Steve,


Long before you held your son for the very first time, I knew you were a man worthy of having one. I watched you with children not your own and saw the depth of your heart, the strength of your character and the sweetness of your soul.

When I saw you hold your son for the first time, tears in your eyes, I watched you gingerly cradle your whole world.  When you kissed him for the first time and breathed deep his baby smell, I saw that part of you that misses your own father, begin to truly heal.

You will teach your son not by telling him but by showing him how to be a good man, how to be his own man.  You will guide him, giving him a lot of lead line to find his own way and reel him in when the waters get way too rough.  As you find your footing with this new role – fatherhood – my heart sees your joy, your pride, your worry, your daddy-ness.  Your love shines straight into his little heart and your son reflects that back in the way he smiles at you.

On your first Father’s Day, my husband, know you are good.



Posted by on June 13, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Dear Montana

Dear Montana

I remember the first time we met.  I was just an eleven year old girl who’d never been more than a few miles from her Midwest home.  You introduced me to mountains for the first time ever, and I fell in love with them… and with you. 

Under your Big Sky, I had many firsts… first time camping, first floating the irrigation canal, first high school, first jumping off a bridge into crystal clear, cool Gallatin River, first time snow skiing and first time water skiing.  You are where I made my first life-long, there-for-me-anytime friends.  My first 4th of July snowfall happened during your watch, too, come to think of it.  Thanks for that, by the way.

Tomorrow I drive out of the big, rain-soaked city, leave the Evergreen State and return to you.  I bring my most important “First” with me – my first-born son.  I pray you watch over him as he takes his first steps on your soil and learns his life-lessons in the shadow of your mountains. 

I promise to teach him to respect you and all that is yours… your clean waters, your flowing grasses, and all your wild things. It is said that there is a first time for everything… I am happy my next first is with you, Montana.

with love, from the eleven year old girl who still lives in my heart.

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Posted by on May 23, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Unconditional Love

Does it exist? I think so. In certain circumstances under certain conditions. Right now, I experience it on two fronts: giving and receiving. Lucky, huh? I believe I am.

I heard from friends and strangers about that falling-in-love feeling a new mom gets when she holds her baby for the first time. “There’s nothing like it,” I was told, “it’s unconditional.” I knew I’d love him when he showed up. I had hoped and prayed and dreamed of him for so, so long before he arrived.  I couldn’t possibly love him  more after his birth. I was wrong. I love him more every day.  And this love, this mother’s love, is truly without condition.

I wouldn’t wake up every two to three hours every night for just anyone.  I wouldn’t pause my career for just anyone.  I do it gladly for this little person who fills my heart with a there’s-nothing-like-it-love.

But there’s a symbiotic relationship happening here. My son has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen, next to my dad’s and my grandfather’s.  His unconditional love for me lasers out of them and into me like the Luxor’s bright beam shoots into space. His big, sometimes sideways, toothless grin lights up his whole face when he sees me (and it’s not only because I am the booby lady).  That I would ever make another human that happy with just my presence, humbles me.

I know these precious baby-days won’t last forever. He won’t always look at me like that.  I won’t always be his whole world. One day I’ll say “no” and he will scrunch up his face and throw a tantrum to beat all tantrums.

So for now, I will carve these looks, this feeling, this love into my brain as if carving into granite. I will appreciate and savor every scrumptious moment of giving and receiving unconditional love.


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Posted by on February 22, 2013 in Uncategorized


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