Happy Birthday, dancer girl!!!And just like that, she's 16. I am not sure where the time went or how we got here. But here we are. Our beautiful Christmas baby. Born when things were different. When death and cancer had not knocked on our door. A time when I spent waiting. Breathing in deep promises of what was to come. Moments of sitting and pondering. Heavy with child. The holiness of the season. Anticipation. Reflection. I resonated with these words Mary proclaimed. Luke 1:46 And Mary said: “My soul glorifies the Lord47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, What ... View Post
It’s A Different Kind of Christmas
This will be the fifth Christmas without our oldest farm boy. It hardly seems possible. Our next farm boy won't be here either. It's a different kind of Christmas. I often wonder how he's doing. How Marine Boot Camp is treating him? What is he feeling and thinking? I wonder this too about our blue eyed, red head who resides in Heaven now. The missing is hard. That Farm Boy loves Christmas. He often will decorate his room in July and play Christmas music as loud as he can. Even before he left, he cleaned his room and strung Christmas lights. It will be a different kind of ... View Post
The Holiest of Nights . . I Gave Birth
Her blue eyes twinkle. Her laugh contagious. She was born on the Holiest of nights. Her time within my womb one of my sweetest memories. A surprise. In the midst of grief. A reminder to pause and be grateful. Slow it down. Pause and wonder at it all. How did Mary feel? How did she travel those roads? I reveled in modern comforts and ease. She came on the Holiest of Nights. After the stockings were hung. After I had called it a day. Her arrival announced. A disruption around us. The first child born with out my beautiful mother in law. She came forth and we named her ... View Post
