So, I came across these puzzles where you get to draw your own design on them! First of all, genius! Second of all…I KNEW Cyrus and Eisley would go crazy and LOVE these….so, they got them for Christmas. Even their hands are cute. The…
So, I couldn’t put my finger on it but then I did. Bexley looks just like… a pea from Veggie Tales…duh!
To first start off with a cute little quote from my son, Cyrus as I was typing out my cleaning schedule. Cyrus, “I like schedules. I like schedules but not the cleaning kind.” Clearly he doesn’t get it 😉 When I first married my…
I cuddled Eisley on the couch and she started telling me about her bad dream. “Mom. I had a bad dream.” Me, “Oh, hunney, I’m sorry. What was your dream?” Eisley, “Thunder was taking me away.” Me, “Aw, that’s not very nice.” Eisley, “Yeah,…
I’m a feeler for sure. Actually, I’m a sniffer, too but that’s a whole other post! 😉 I feel a peace when I am seeking God in His will. Even if it’s during a trial. It’s like I hear God saying, “Be still and…
I’m reminded of how much God loves us. He loves us enough to sometimes allow things happen to us that aren’t fun but bring us to our knees, reminding us of our need for Him. God’s jealousy is being played out in someone who…
Psalm 13 1How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? 2How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?…
Spring has spring and Zekey went with the winter. God has been good to us and I just don’t want to keep it to myself. If I can show, even in just small portions, through this journey we’ve been on for 2.5 years, a…
My husband, Andy put together this beautiful video for Zekey’s funeral yesterday, March 29th, 2014. The truth of where Zekey is brings me peace and joy for him and hope knowing I’ll see him again. As you will see in the video, Zekey was beautiful, a…
The familiar routine of the nurses talking through every step while putting in an IV, I watch and remember. The questions they ask as they start the machine and I can’t help but want them to leave, even as sweet and helpful as they…
To take time to write is to take time to grieve. Sure, it isn’t as often I find myself losing my breath missing my boy, but it sure does happen and enough that I am never far from remembering the gaping hole our family…
I stayed up late to be awake when it became 11-19. I cried, I ached, I longed to have been up for other reasons. Such as decorating for him to wake up and see our excitement for him and being with us another year,…
