Category: Letters to Arden

Dear Arden, You’re three months old and already a thief and a stowaway! You boarded this ship and snuck down the stairs, down into the deepest curves of the hul...

Dear Arden, Sometimes in the early morning, when I strip you down and hold you close, you seem to me the newborn again. Soft skin, bright eyes, fuzzy hair. You ...

Dear Arden, Be brave, little girl. We will follow Christ. Up the higher ways, mountains too high for us, but He will give us hinds’ feet to walk on the he...

Dear Arden, Tomorrow you will be seven weeks old! Seven is the number of perfection, and you are definitely perfect. Everything good about life and existence is...

Arden, You are here! Not the way I expected, but safely, soundly here. Becoming a mother has been baptism by tears. I cried when they told me I wouldn’t b...