Little did I know when I started this blog all that our lives would endure.
That this white screen, for a time, would be my lifeline.
Nine years ago, today, I published our first post.
A short little clip about our 4th of July baby, Eleanor.
She was turning 8.
Our oldest son, Elijah, had just graduated from High School.
Chelsea the oldest was 8 when Elijah was born.
Clarissa was 8 when Eleanor was born.
And now, Ella is 8 when our first grandchild would be born.
Now Ella is turning 17, the same age her brother was when he met Jesus.
His forever age.
That first grandchild is 8.
She’ll turn 9 later this fall.
And her sister is 6!
The fourth of July baby is not here to celebrate her birthday.
She’s off in CO carving new memories in her the path that will be her life.
She’s seizing moments and living a life wide open.
Her laughter and dedication to work are beautiful.
She exudes confidence and looks at challenges with a curiosity and determination that she gets from her father.
I can’t believe my baby is 17.
It’s hard to wrap my mind around the time that has passed.
She was just a young child when Elijah met Jesus.
She barely remembers him.
She holds pieces of memories.
She does remember how he made her feel.
She remembers his fiery temper.
She remembers her blind adoration of him.
The consequences and by products of a life interrupted by heaven.
While Elijah entered glory, we all stepped forward in a sea of life.
Learning to walk and move to a cadence that was unfamiliar.
Even 9 years later it still feels off.
A missed beat.
The timing out of sync.
We’re learning how to walk and compensate for the missing.
Eleanor is stronger and more independent because of needing to grow up quickly.
Losing a brother and then watching your father endure cancer makes you stand up and take notice.
She has always been a great helper.
She’s living life.
She loves the Lord and searches for what His will is for her life.
She’s independent, stubborn, strong willed, smart and beautiful.
She’s making her way.
Happy Birthday dear Eleanor.
May you always remember how much you are loved.
God has a purpose and a plan for your life.
Looking forward to seeing where that journey takes you.
May you always remember where home is.
