A Time For Every Season....

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. Yep  - I adore you sweet boy, nothing in life prepared me to be your mother. You came out small and sleepy and spent a year puking on everyone and sleeping 20 hours a day. Then, somehow you just woke up and never looked back. From the time your personality developed I knew you were going to have determination and lots of energy. You loved routines and predictability in my womb, that never stopped. I know that God created you for greatness my son, you are God's boy, never loose your identity in Him. You made me cry this pa...

My dear Abby, 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 rememb...

If your a blog reader who reads about the lives of moms who share all the wonderful successes of life and leave their blog with regret that you aren't "quite so fun" or "yell a little too much," then this blog post might be for you. See this blog post in one where I spill my heart of regret for the year 2012 and sadly reflect back in the hope that I'll learn lessons and see mistakes not to be repeated again. 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 he...