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 ... View Post
Happy Birthday To Our Nation, Our Blog And Our Youngest Farm Girl!
Happy Birthday To Our Nation, Our Blog And Our Youngest Farm Girl! It's been 7 years; 7 years since I started this blog. 7 years since the kids said a blog is better than long winded posts on face book. I love my kids. And so we entered the world of blogging. It was our daughter's 8th birthday and the 4th of July! Our little firecracker, as Nana called her. Spunky. Cute, Sugar and Spice (emphasis on the spice) And now she's turning 15. She's the youngest daughter of a 3rd generation farmer. She's named after her Grandfather's sister who lived next door. A ... View Post
Happy Birthday to You!
He's miles away and celebrating his 19th birthday. It's his first birthday away from home. He's had fire watch and been up since 2. Being a Marine leaves little time for celebrations. He's already called. It's nice to be able to communicate. Technology can be a blessing. He arrived into this world fast and furious. 11 minutes from the time we entered the hospital until we held him in our arms. He hasn't stopped since. Energetic. The happiest of children. Inquisitive. Self directed. He would play for hours by himself. He made roads through out my lawn; hauling load after ... View Post
And. . . .Like That. . . .She’s 20
I run that night through my head; over and over again. The climb up the stairs. The pause at his room. His room that he will never come home to. The walk past his room; to her room. I needed to tell her that her brother now resides with the King of All Kings. I needed to tell her that her best friend, role model, recent graduate had fully graduated. I run that memory repeatedly. I broke her heart that day. I could see it in her eyes. I watched the innocence flee. Maturity took it's place. My 16 year old girl became an adult while she slept. Her world forever changed. Her ... View Post
Really. It’s a Celebration.
It's my son's birthday today. He's 21. We had talked about this day. What he might like to do. It is was in the future, though. A future he never saw. What do you do when it's a celebration and all you want to do is utter gutteral screams? The ugly truth stares at you. Taunting. The memories. The never will be's. It's a birthday celebration. Life. But he's not here. All the years of cakes and parties. Careful planning. Presents. Dinners. Celebration. Life. This is his 4th Birthday in heaven. I've missed his 18th, 19th, 20th and now 21st birthdays. Because of ... View Post
She’s Nineteen Today
There were 10 at the table. Not really planned. Evolved. And I was so content. Laughter. So many talking at once. Full. You see. Sometimes hard things come so fast and furious. Stepping into joy becomes work. You expect heartache. You expect things to not go right. So when joy shows up at the farmhouse table it catches me by surprise. We were celebrating the college girl a day early. Celebrating life. The day she entered this world. I marvel at this young woman. Courageous and strong. Willing to take risks. Beautiful. Fun. She loves fiercely. Things ... View Post
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