Rambling Ronni

Rambling Ronni: 8 years is a long time. It’s time to move on.

Early, early Saturday morning, way before dawn, I woke up. I couldn’t go back to sleep. Filled with an anxiety similar to what I’d felt the morning before the birth of my third child. 

Knowing that the near future was inevitable, yet it still felt so impossible. 

Oh, those awful moments of waiting. Of knowing that the then-present would forever be defined as the precursor to what it was that came next. Read more…

Rambling Ronni: My house is small. We need to move. We can’t move.

I’ve been feeling down the past few days. It’s stupid, I know, in the grand scheme of it all. And we’re already so lucky to even have what we have. We have a home, health, happiness. We’re blessed. Truly.

But even still, I’ve found myself discouraged. I can’t tell you how much KP and I would love to move to a new house. A larger house. Or even just a house with a second toilet. Or maybe central air. Or a real backyard. Or, such a beautiful thought – HARDWOOD FLOORS {swoon!}.

When we got back from our big roadtrip a week ago and looked ahead to 2018, we let ourselves dream. We started looking online at rental homes in the area. I even went to a couple showings. Just because. And you know what? Read more…

Rambling Ronni: My 5 Month Old Likes To Scream

I want to have a cool blog. I want to have a big enough blog that I can earn enough money from so that we can move into a larger home but still stay in my (now ridiculously overpriced  ) community. But I don’t want a ‘sell-out’ blog. I want a blog that feels honest and real and truthful and helpful. I want to help other marriages in tough places. I want to help, in some small way however I can, build up families and society and leave something good to come out of my existence on this earth.

And I also want my 5 month old to stop screaming so much. 

It makes it really hard to think. Read more…

Rambling Ronni: Living, dying, spacetime.

There are more thoughts in my head than I have time to think about. To write out. To acknowledge. To make matter.

I’m stuck in my own world, in my own head, pondering. Feeling. Watching. Hoping.
Caught in this moment. This brief moment. Of all time. Of all existence.

My baby’s growing. I’m getting older. Years will pass. What is modern becomes what is outdated.
Everyone who came before me: I will soon be like you.
Everyone who comes after me: You will soon be like me. Read more…