My daughter graduated from Kindergarten today. For the end of the year program, each class takes turns standing up on the stage and performing their recitations. My daughter's class had a song, a poem, and a Bible verse to recite. My daughter HATES recitation. And truth be told - it is really not her strength. … Continue reading Moving Back a Row
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Remember.
Bella asked me tonight if I remembered the day of her birth. Boy, do I. I remember so many things, and yet, there is so much I do not remember. I remember the roads to the hospital - the route we took so many times. Too many times. I remember the look on my doctor's … Continue reading Remember.
I Am Enough
We talk about dreams a lot. Have you noticed? In fact, we are an entire nation built upon them. We are a nation that freely bares our soul, shares our stories, and as such- people come from all over the world in pursuit of their own. I certainly am a dreamer. If I were to … Continue reading I Am Enough
The Right Time.
I was enjoying myself. And if I thought about how much enjoyment I was experiencing, I felt guilty. We were in line for the Peter Pan ride at Disneyland. There is laughter all around me. A cool breeze keeps that Southern California heat at bay. My youngest, Abeni, is chattering away, gifting anyone within earshot … Continue reading The Right Time.
A Prayer for Owen.
They all said the same thing. It would take two years. Once you start doing the research, it becomes clear as to why that is the case, but it does not make it any easier. I started berating myself for not starting this process a lot earlier. Of course, it had come to mind. Honestly … Continue reading A Prayer for Owen.
She.
She and her Little approach the heavy, engraved door and knock. A faint "come in" compels her to enter. The home is a bustle of giggling girls, chatting moms, the sure-tell signs of festivity. Her Little runs to greet her friends, immersing herself in a craft and handing her gift directly to the birthday girl - … Continue reading She.
I’m not Jen Hatmaker. So Be It.
I am sitting in bed with a wretched cough, weak, labored breathing from a chest that feels like it got stuck inside my hair flattening iron. I went to Urgent Care yesterday morning, admittedly hoping that they would find enough wrong with me to warrant a magical prescription that would cure me in 48 hours … Continue reading I’m not Jen Hatmaker. So Be It.
June 20th and the Absurd.
"You look like Nicole Kidman" "I am sorry, what?" "You really look like Nicole Kidman", she said to me. "Um, okay", I replied. This was said to me at the MOST inappropriate moment ever. Absurd. I had just finished watching both my husband and my daughter wheeled through their respective, ominous O.R. double doors. I … Continue reading June 20th and the Absurd.
10.
My daughter turns 10 years old one week from today. My entire week has become devoted to planning the ultimate Minecraft party. We celebrate birthdays quite enthusiastically around here. Let me tell you why. My Bella is a medically fragile child. I just learned that term about a year ago when a professional referred … Continue reading 10.
I Arise Today.
When our daughter Bella was born with Congenital Nephrotic Syndrome (Finnish Strain), I wholeheartedly believed that not only does God give us more than we can handle, but that her disease and subsequent issues surrounding that disease, would be our one and only burden to bear for our lifetime. I mean, honestly. God would not … Continue reading I Arise Today.
Raindrops & Rivers 