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I Wish The Gunman Had Heard “You Are So Loved” Too

“You are so loved.” I paused when I read that these were some of the last words spoken to Cpl. Nathan Cirillo as he lay dying at the National War Memorial in Ottawa last week. So fitting, I thought. And so true. Everyone should hear that they are loved in their last moments. After all, there is probably nothing that is more true of us.

But as our country mourned the soldier’s death and celebrated his heroism, I found myself mourning the death of the gunman just as much.
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Why I Bother Going To Church As a Young Mother [Excerpt]

Mornings and I don’t get along. Even on the best of days without children, mornings are hard for me. Add round-the-clock nursing into the mix and getting up, let alone going out, takes herculean effort. All this to say, if I make a public appearance before noon these days, you can be sure it’s someplace that matters to me.

Now that we have two young children, getting out of the house is quite a production. In the three weeks that we have existed as a family of four, we have made it out as an entire family a grand total of 4 times. Of those occasions, only once have we gotten out the door in the morning.
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Pregnancy: 1st vs. 2nd Time Around

As I write this, I’m 37 weeks along with my second child. There have been similarities between the two pregnancies, but also differences. I thought it would be fun to do a little comparison post here, in case anyone is interested, but also for the sake of my second kid who’s barely gotten any “airtime,” unlike big sister who got a gazillion blog posts while she was in the womb. Hah.

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