My sweet Drew on your 8th Birthday,
How do I begin to tell you how much you mean to me. I smile and delight in who you are. Do you know that we almost never met? When you were 23 weeks young I went into premature labor and landed myself 3 months and a week on bed-rest with tons of medications. You are a miracle! So much for my plans for an all natural - home birth. I should have known then that you were going to be my outside the box child.
You heart is pure and soft towards the things of God my son, follow the Lord wherever He leads and you will never be disappointed.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Your 3! How is that humanly possible to already reach the desirable age of 3. I won't lie, I've been looking forward to 3 the moment you turned 2, there was just something about this 2 year that made me appreciate the glorious age of maturity. You had a fun year, I say you because all the mischief and messes were quite delightful to you. Abby, you loved to throw all the clothes out of your drawer every night and at naptime - when I would go in to let you out (yes we have to lock you in), you would just smile and me and giggle. You love messes!
You love every ounce of life - wet wipes too might I add. You love to pull out that poutie lip and cry those crocodile tears for attention - sadly it often works. Your hair grew so long and it just loves to hang in your face, making you all the sweeter to watch cry. Your personality is explosive - you live on the highest of high's and the lowest of lows = thankfully the lows are far and few between.
I am so blessed to be your mommy, you make me laugh and smile at myself so much. I am reminded when I watch you how much joy there is in life. I'm so glad God blessed me with a child that is a daily reminder to not take myself so seriously! What a smile you have Miss Abby, you light up the room as you run away from life. You keep me on my toes, maybe that is why loosing 10 pounds in 2012 wasn't so hard?
God has plans for you future Abby Mae - plans that will use your dynamic personality for the glory and Majesty of Heaven.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I won't lie, this year was the roughest of my life. I went into 2012 oblivious to the storm that was coming. In March of 2012 my company of 14 years was awarded a large contract and grew - 150% in 9 months. My quiet, predictable job that I'd mastered years earlier, slowly demanded more and more time. I kept telling myself it would get better, it had to eventually right? My "mommy" life of play dates and park trips became non existent.
Last night I sat on the couch after 14 hours of unpredictable work - I can't sleep, my heart is racing, I'm totally stressed and my mind wouldn't shut off. I wasn't looking forward to the future and was so wrapped up in work that I couldn't see above the fog. I felt dead inside.
I'm a Christian, how can I feel this way?
Could it be workalolism?
Not tending to my spiritual health?
The list goes on an on.
But instead of being defeated, I must get back up and go back to my first love - love of God, love of family ideals, family dinners, park trips and smiles and giggles and hugs and kisses and date nights. My job can no control my emotions or have a hold over me any more. That place is reserved for God. I go back to the words of my favorite song - a Prayer for My Home - that brings me back to all I find dear and treasured.
Prayer For Home
Grant them peace, most precious gift of all
Keep the worried world far away and small
When they return, may quiet fill their souls,
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.
May the stone be cool beneath their feet.
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet
When darkness falls, the stars and opal moon
Find them wrapped in each other, ever warm.
May it be a refuge for their love,
A harbor for their deepest prayer.
May they come to flourish in the grove,
Grow ever nearer to You there.
Many a burdened friend in their company rises,
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.
May the cold wind blow far from their front door
May the winter rains never bring them harm
May their hearthfires burn throughout the night
Grant them peace until morning's perfect light.
~ Fernando Ortega ~