Eighteen days.

I just have to get this off my chest. Really retailers, Valentine’s Day candy, already?

Although this time of year can get crazy and chaotic, it’s also magical.

I know it feels like every time you log onto your social media account you are greeted by another “national day of something or other.”

I love the holidays, but I have a huge problem with premature holiday decorating.

During my journey into motherhood, I never thought I would know as much about infertility as I do.

Originally, this column was going to be about my favorite four letter word — after food and free, of course: Fall.

There are two things in my life that never fail me: One — Everything hits the fan when my husband leaves for training and two, my children always find a new way to scare me.

During a time I fondly remember, called “Before Children,” I was impressed by far different things.

In some dark corners of the world, sleep deprivation is used as a form of torture.

Orders are being cut and re-cut; pack-outs are being scheduled, boxes loaded onto trucks and military families worldwide are moving on to their next assignments.

Like our previous two duty stations, Texas wasn’t going to be our final stop in our Army adventure, but this place really feels like home.

Just as the wheels of my airplane touched back down in Texas Sunday morning, the first alert I saw after turning my cell phone back on was three Baton Rouge police officers were ambushed and killed in a shootout while we were 30,000 feet up.

Once upon a time I thought traveling with twin infants was hard. Then I woke up, those twins had became toddlers and I somehow developed travel amnesia and decided to fly with my now 18-month-olds.

Seriously, when did 2016 become the year of the expert?

To that happy mom in the park, I’m jealous of you.

Hours blend into days, days into weeks and before you know it, you are turning the page in your calendar.

Do you know how to start World War III among moms? Just bring up the word “juice.”

Once you become a parent, life becomes less about you and your wants and more about your children and their needs.

In marriage, you vow to be true to your spouse, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part.

Now that my squad is mobile — crawling little speed demons on the cusp of walking — a whole new world of play opportunity has opened up.

As a first-time mom, I may not know everything, but I do know one thing for sure: when your spouse is away, life gets harder.

Two months in to 2016 and everything is coming up babies!

People told me that if I blinked I would miss something.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but every time I go on a social media site it’s as though I have accidentally logged into my Amazon account.

If you have children, this really is the most wonderful time of the year.

The world is a scary enough place for adults, let alone for children.

I was looking at some recent pictures of myself the other day when it hit me.

Traveling with twins is loads of fun, said no parent ever.

Saying goodbye isn’t easy.

And just like that it’s pumpkin-everything season and my twins are 8 months old.

Before you become a parent, or a spouse, you have a certain set of expectations going in.

When people say God works in mysterious ways, He certainly does. They also say that if He brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Like any mother, the moment I laid eyes on my babies for the first time they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

Some days when I scroll through my Facebook news feed, I miss having family close by.

At my current age, Albert Einstein had discovered the “Theory of Relativity,” but in 30 years I have called four states home, got married, lived in six houses, earned three degrees, bought a house of my own and had twins.

I’ve reached my limit.

As much as it pains me to admit this, I have to fess up and come clean on a few things.

The last time I wrote a column I had a belly full of babies. I also had a career that I loved, yet I had no idea exactly how much my life was going to change. My husband and I had been a couple of D.I.N.K’s (double income, no kids) for more than a decade. I never really put much stock into T…

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