Beginnings
Please let me tell you why I chronicling my healing journey as a heart mom in the garden. The story begins in 2014. My husband and I found out that we were expecting our first child just a few days before we moved into our first house. The possibilities were enormous. Our previous home - a one bedroom finished condo - was nothing compared to this four bedroom family home on a flat, quarter acre lot. We had no furniture. A TV perched on a still-packed cardboard box and an air mattress were our only living room furnishings for the first few months. In the front yard were gorgeous flower beds, but they were to be neglected for a while. I had no gardening experience, and had swiftly killed every houseplant I had ever owned. Meanwhile, the interior of the home needed some work. A full time job and some morning sickness took up the rest of my energy. Plus there was a baby to prepare for! Life was blissfully busy. Right around the first day of Spring 2015, we welcomed our baby boy, Gabe. ...