Dear Lulu...You understand everything, you make your wants known, and you are a little lady in all your greatness.

Dear Lulu...We've been breathing the same air for 18 months. I don't think I'll ever catch my breath again.

Dear Lulu...You are light, you are levity, you remind us to keep gratitude close. In your words, "Wowa."

Dear Lulu...You remain a tall force of nature who maintains a questionable relationship with sleep...and who finally has some words.

Dear Lulu...Christmas + COVID: This month is brought to you by the letter "C."

Dear Lulu...Some serious earthshaking happened this month, and you’re suddenly a little woman.

You're a wild woman who knows what she wants, you understand basically everything...and you're only one.

Dear Lulu...You are one year old, and I have no idea where to begin.

Dear Lulu...We made it one full year. At the tender age of one, you're somehow already a fully formed human.

Dear Lulu...You are a standing, clapping, flower monster, and everything is just around the corner.

Dear Lulu...You are officially a person: full of heart, spunk, courage, curiosity, and all kinds of passion.

Dear Lulu...You in a word? Dynamo. A nonstop bundle of wonder. Your Papa's energy and my independence. Look out.

Dear Lulu...You have changed so much this month. It's hard to capture everything in our fast-paced world!

Dear Lulu...You are everything. Okay, okay. I’ll be more specific.

Dear Lulu...You have been in this world for half a year, and I have to say: way to go, us.

Dear Lulu...We have ventured into new territories, and it has finally hit: I'm your Mama.

Dear Lulu...You are becoming a little person, so spirited, so strong, and with a smile that breaks me.

Dear Lulu...You are growing and changing so much. It's tough to keep up when everything is a "first!"

My love, This was a very exciting month, it being your first Christmas and all. So, let's start there...

Dear Lulu...We've journeyed through Month 2! And we're all feeling a little more human.

Dear Lulu...Month 1 was a whirlwind, but we made it! Thank goodness I took some notes, because it's all a blur...

Dear Baby...Your name is Emmylou. Our little Lulu. Let's begin with the story of your birth...

Dear Baby...Let me tell you a tale of two emotions. Okay, really, it’s a tale of raging hormones. But it's mostly about joy.

Life is a great big canvas, Baby. Some days call for throwing, and some days call for flowing. We do the best we can.

Dear Baby...I've been been thinking about spirituality, and I can't wait to watch you find your own way.

Dear Baby...In a time when everything feels discombobulated, you've been a constant connection to life...

Dear Baby...Let me tell you about your grandmothers.

Enter the third trimester: a reminder that anything can be.

Even in this new world of uncertainty, beauty abounds and the deepest truths remain.

Dear Baby, There's so much I want to tell you, so why not start now?

It's a spin on Love in the Time of Cholera: a slow-moving love story planted in a setting of social strife. And it's beautiful.

My husband is a Plant Papa, I'm going through IVF...it's basically the same thing.

Life is about continually readjusting your sails and, sometimes, trusting the magical unknown.

Self-care, self-love, and, sometimes, a letter to your reproductive system. It's time to share a journey with you...