March 2015. My daughter Florence Marigold, is three years old. We were told she wouldn’t make it past her early childhood years. Although we are thrilled she is with us, we also know there is
Nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of your spirit as you came in flesh and blood and water. Nothing. The love I have for you is vast. It is overwhelming. On the day
As the one year anniversary approaches, I am starting to see that I have laid expectations on myself. I also feel that others may expect me to act differently. Somehow a year feels like a great marker in the
This post was originally published on the Canuck Place blog. This wonderful place has made such a difference in our lives. They recently sent out a letter and packets of Marigold seeds in honour of
It’s that time of year. Marigold season. This time last year we had no idea that Florence would be gone from us in a month. I heard marigolds were finally in bloom, and everything inside
By Sheree Plett Eisenhauer. My name is Sheree and I am a mother. I have three beautiful children that call me by that name (or mama, mommy, mom). The definition of a mother is simply
On Saturday we celebrated you, Florence Marigold. It was supposed to rain all day, but guess what? The sun came out! It always has on your birthday party. We wrote in the book that was at
Dear Village, I don’t know how to ask this, without sounding quite desperate. But, the truth is, I am feeling desperate. Desperate to celebrate my daughter and have you alongside me. Her birthday is on
This post is part of the #onComingAlive project at Scribbles and Crumbs. To read the full post, head here. Once upon a time, I had a little girl. Her smile and curls and doe-brown eyes
Two days before Florence’s diagnosis. This photo still shakes me. I look at it and feel the earth roll under my feet. This was innocence. Bliss. Normality. Complacency. I look at this and reel. I acknowledge this
I have never been more tired. Actually, the last three years of my life have been drenched in a foggy sort of fatigue. Not just motherhood fatigue. It’s a kind of fatigue that invades your
