Meghann Guentensberger

The Back of Her Head

April 2, 2020

There are two pictures that adorn our house that I just love. Both are of Rylie when she was little. Both are just the back of her head. It seems strange to me that these are some of my favorite pictures of her, especially given the fact that one...

Life Lessons from Social Media

March 26, 2020

I’ve been thinking a lot about social media lately. I truly have a love hate relationship with the medium. I love how it can be used for good – spreading messages of joy, sharing calls to action and inciting people to work together. I hate how I can wile...

Tulips and Daffodils

March 19, 2020

Time is such a funny thing. Sometimes it passes so quickly that things that happened years ago feel like they were yesterday. Other times, it ticks away so slowly that it’s almost painful. As I sit here at my desk writing, I find it hard to believe that we...

Choosing Celebration

March 12, 2020

~ Lessons from Handprint Animal Art ~ One summer when the kids were little, we visited our best friends who live in Indianapolis. They have two kids, one the same age as Tanner and one a few years younger. Both are boys. Needless to say Tanner was excited to...

Blue Toes – It’s the Little Things

February 22, 2020

Rylie’s hospital stay spanned Mother’s Day weekend. With everything going on, it was a tough holiday for me. I wanted to be anywhere but the hospital, but I also didn’t want to leave. I wanted my daughter to open her eyes and laugh at me for worrying about her....

How often do I think about picking up the phone, but end up making a thousand excused for not making it?

The Power of a Phone Call

February 13, 2020

Not that long ago, I got a surprise phone call from a sweet friend. Not a text. Not a Marco Polo recorded message. An honest-to-goodness phone call. I almost didn’t answer because I’d just gotten home from work and was feeling kind of frazzled, but I did. That phone...

The Sweet Taste of Memories

February 6, 2020

I remember being at Grandad’s funeral and my mom telling a story of the sounds of Grandad. Grandad was a man of measured words. He often was quiet, but when he spoke everyone listened because it was bound to be a well-thought out response that would leave the rest...

To Receive is Active

January 30, 2020

I love when I read a book or blog post and it feels as though the author is my long, lost soul sister. When it feels like the very words on the page were written just for me. When it is as if the author is looking into my...

Sneak Attack from Ry

January 16, 2020

There are times that Rylie sneaks up on me unexpectedly. I love it when that happens, because I can pretend. I can picture the way that she would sneak up on me if she were still here. I have no doubt that she’d find ways to sneak quietly into...

Footprints in the Snow

January 9, 2020

I went out for a snowy run partially because I love running in the elements, and partially because I’m a glutton for punishment. The way I see it, the snow and wind just add a little pizazz, making my brain and muscles work slightly differently than normal. As I...