A Gift- Both The Man and the {JORD} Watch

A Gift- Both The Man and the {JORD} Watch

These boys have my whole heart. Forever.

When I watch them together, I can't help but be so thankful I get to call them mine. They are both so strong but gentle. And love me something fierce.

I can't help but want this little one, to grow up and be just like his daddy.

Every child in the world deserves a daddy like this man.

Truly, he's a gift.

He plays rough and tough, he's got a mean golf swing, and he's the champ in our house at hide and seek. He protects us and provides for us and is so tender when we need him. And let me tell you, when he leaves for work we sit on the stone outside and there are always tears as we wave goodbye. But as soon as that door opens when he gets home, four little feet quickly find their way to him. And they always scream, "Daddy! Hold you!" And he picks them both up. Every time.

 

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Micah Turns Two!

Micah Turns Two!

I can't believe it.

All of the hospital stays. All of the therapy. All of the syringes and feeding tubes and connecting tubes and ferrel bags. All of the doctor's appointments. All of the nights I never thought we'd sleep again. All of the IV sticks and finger pricks and glucometers and beeping pumps. All of the labels.

He has overcome.

He's a little fighter, this kid. And he keeps surprising us. Surprising his doctors. Surprising his therapists. He's come so far. And we can't be more proud of him.

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When You Feel Disappointed By God

When You Feel Disappointed By God

We binge watch Netflix after our kids go to bed like every other good parent does. Our favorite fictional character, Harold (from Persons of Interest), put so perfectly into words the state of my heart at the end of every month,

"Hope is painful."

It's been almost a year now, since I've felt the nudging from Jesus to stretch out my withered hand (or barren womb) and let Him heal me. Stretching out my withered hand means admitting that I really want healing. That I'm not okay with spending the rest of my life with a body that doesn't work the way God intended. Stretching out my withered hand means that I am vulnerable at the end of every month and most of the days between.

Again.

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