I am utterly amazed at how task driven I am these days. Amazed, and a little concerned about my priorities. Here’s how the bathroom redo came about: Adelle and I share a bathroom because it is larger and has more storage and counter space for all of my girly items. Also, Josh and I have
Author: Emily P. Blackwell
Wife, mama, writer, reader, dreamer, creative.
The Last Eight Weeks
Every morning when we wake up Adelle asks me, “Mommy, we’re go somewhere today?” As of late, my answer is usually no. Why, you ask? Because that would require me putting real clothes on, which would require some real clothes to fit me acceptably. And also, an hour out of the house feels like a
The Truth about Being a Pastor’s Wife: Who teaches HIM how to do it?
Several weeks ago I attended our small group at church. I don’t go every week and it seems that I don’t go most weeks these days. There are a great many reasons for this that aren’t relevant to this particular story but probably will be addressed at some point in the near future. Regardless, I
You’re so vain
It’s true. I am. I really cannot deny it. My family still finds it humorous to joke about the fact that they had to move childhood me to a side of the kitchen table that didn’t face a window so that I’d stop looking at myself when I talked. True life. To be fair, my
The Truth About Being a Pastor’s Wife: The Calling Is In the Commitment
Just so you know, when I married Josh the plan was for him to be an engineer. An engineer turned into a math teacher shortly after that. I was totally on board with either option. But occupational ministry…you have GOT to be kidding me. I’ve been working through this one for, say, 5-ish years. From
The Truth About Being a Pastor’s Wife: Sick Babies on Sunday
I’ve decided to start a series. There is no schedule for the series, but The Hunk shared something with me the other night about the struggles of another pastor’s wife and I said, “Well, I wish someone would say that out loud! It’d make me feel a whole lot more normal!” This is me saying
Introducing…
Miss Marilee Parker Blackwell and a few goodies for her room. I have more big news and a Promised Land reflection comin’ your way later this week. For now you can just marvel at Marilee’s sweet little profile if you want! Love y’all like crazy!
The start matters
I peaked over my new boppy pillow to see two eye brows shoot up above two very pretty blue eyes. “Mommy! You have cwayzy hayo!” I laughed out loud in my hoarse morning voice and scooped her up for some snuggle time. My Hunk/her Daddy walked out of the bathroom looking as handsome as ever
The Sno-Cone Conundrum and Maternity Loves
Let’s go ahead and address the sno-cone issue. It produced quite a response from all you gals! Let me say that it IS ridiculous that they don’t sell sno-cones here. It has baffled me for the nearly 4 summers that I’ve lived in this blazing hot city. In Florida, of all places, why wouldn’t someone
This is me embracing
It’s make-you-crazy scary to do the thing that failed…twice…last year and hold on to hope that this one will be different. Every month about 3 days before my monthly check up I start to enter the certifiable zone, analyzing every movement or lack thereof – every symptom – every possible indication of the baby’s well