August 7, 2019 KimHarms

His feet are adorable. I sit here beside my sleeping teenager who is slowly coming out of anesthesia. With an IV in his hand, warm blankets on his lap and cute one-size-fits-all footies on his size 12 feet, I can’t stop looking at him. He just had a procedure that will hopefully give us answers to some health issues he’s been struggling with for almost a year. I worry about his health sometimes, but today I’m content just watching my boy and adoring his feet. So cute in those blue hospital booties. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that…

May 7, 2019 KimHarms 1Comment

He sings most nights. People find it cute that my youngest lulls himself to sleep with song. But I know those melodies are God reminding me, “Enjoy this one and remember what I did for you.” Years ago, my best friend and I found out we were pregnant within weeks of each other. I was thrilled that we could go through pregnancy together and knew our babies would be buddies. Then I started bleeding. Gripped with fear, Corey and I pleaded with God to let us keep that baby. But as time passed we realized his answer was, “No. Not…

December 28, 2018 KimHarms

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfoNPeGHfDg Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.Dorothy Parker My middle son, Owen, was born with equal parts imagination and a determination (stubbornness may be a more accurate term.) I believe both of these things play a role in his ability to create some pretty cool trick-shot videos for Flip Shots, his YouTube channel. I didn’t always appreciate the screaming little towhead throwing fits in public places… but I do love to see that determination come through when he teaches himself new things like how to use video-editing software. I’m a bit of a biased mama, but I…

March 21, 2018 KimHarms

You never know when it’s gonna hit. I haven’t even given cancer much thought recently. I just live and write and buy groceries and do boy mom things and complain about the nine inches of mid-March snow that the weatherman did not forecast.  And it’s good. I like this life God has given me. I’m happy. I’m content. I’m blessed. But this guy named Brandon Elder walked into our living room via the American Idol try-out stage the other night and he opened up wounds I wasn’t prepared to revisit. This sweet 22-year-old guy started talking about his mom while…