Our Kantola Family Story

“I hate shots.”  My five-and-three-quarters year old daughter informs me, eyebrows raised, head to the side, all business.
“You know why we get them, right?”  I ask her, reminding her of our prior conversations.
“So I don’t get sick.  But I still hate them.”...

This time last year, I didn’t know it yet, but a big part of my tide was about to turn.
It had been a year and a half since my last miscarriage, and Jason and I were longing for another baby.  And when I say longing, I am describing a deep, multi-layered and primal, aching desire that can hardly be understood except by those who have not...

Jason is Drilling from home this weekend, so although he didn't have to travel and we (happily) get to see a lot more of him than usual Drill weekends, he's still putting in hours either at the office or at our coffee table in front of his dinosaur of...

Well, at the risk of sounding ridiculously cliche - I'll say it: where has the time gone?
But of course I know where it's gone, it's been lovingly, purposefully, eagerly looked forward to, experienced, and then carefully tucked into memory.  The time has been taken and spun into gold with which we line these lovely moments, big and little...