It's my GOLDEN birthday! I remember as a little girl I really looked forward to my 'golden birthday'. I thought I would never get to 30! It seemed like I had to wait forever! And that seemed so OLD.
Well I made it. I was almost dreading it. I liked being in my 20s. I already feel like my metabolism is slowing down. I haven't lost weight from my past two pregnancies and I feel like I'll never lose it. I need a nursing baby again;) Sometimes as I think on life I wonder how on earth I've accumulated 3 kids!?!? I don't feel old enough to have a 7 year old. Sometimes at night I still dream of college and sometimes I have this same dream that I had this big paper to turn in that I never got to. The years have just flown by.
From the days of being a little girl, driving on my daddy's lap to the days of first dates. From the days of going everywhere with my mom to thinking how annoying she was (sorry Mom, normal teenager there). From the days of going off to Bible camp to going off to college. And now here I am. I stay at home and hold down the fort (or attempt to). I get to teach my children in my home and hold the title of not only Mommy but Teacher. I am married. It has always been my dream to get married and have children~ and here I am at 30 years old living my 'dream'. Now only if I can be CONTENT in ALL things~ poopy pants, bruised knees, fighting boys and bossy sisters!
But I still can't believe I'm 30...weird.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
It's my GOLDEN birthday! I remember as a little girl I really looked forward to my 'golden birthday'. I thought I would never get to 30! It seemed like I had to wait forever! And that seemed so OLD.
We all remember where we were on September 11. Some remember where we were when The Challenger had its accident and its crew members were killed. Some may remember when President Kennedy was assassinated. Do you remember where you were two years ago on this day?
The kiddos and I were in Panama City, Florida as I had evacuated for Hurricane Katrina. Meanwhile, Zach was 'sheltered' on the base right in the middle of the storm. I had no idea if he was ok. I didn't know if our house was still standing. I will never forget that day. It is so clear in my mind like it were yesterday. I remember taking the kiddos to I-Hop. I remember walking around the mall. And I remember trying to pretend that all was ok with the world as I sat at my friend Sheila's house waiting for news from my husband.
God watched over him. He watched over our home. He watched over our friends that also lived on the coast. But, some of those friends weren't as well off as us. Some lost complete homes and belongings. Some had to purchase new vehicles. Our lives were all turned upside down as we wondered what would happen next, where we went from here.
Most people forget about the devastation on the coast. They don't see that still to this day there are houses that have not been demolished. They don't see the cement slabs where once stood a one hundred year old beautiful Southern home. Or what about the people that were lost during that time, the ones who decided to 'ride out the storm' only to not survive?
God has worked through all of this destruction though. Because of the storm many have given their lives to Him. Many have given up jobs, moved across the country away from family and have come down to serve God and help restore the coast. To these amazing people I am thankful. If we look at things the right way, good can come out of every bad storm in life. The flooding in the Midwest, the tornado that ripped apart a small town in North Dakota, or tsunamis that hit far off lands. Through it all, if you look real closely you will see the hand of God and the work He is doing even in the midst of devastation.
Monday, August 27, 2007
That, my friends is the question.
With my first two children I did not co-sleep. They slept in the 'family' cradle next to the bed until they outgrew it and then went in the crib in their own room. With baby number 3 I decided to try co-sleeping. I read this great book on breastfeeding/natural child spacing/co-sleeping. It was a great read!
The first year wasn't so bad. That was even with a queen size bed! I think I tried a few times to put the little peanut in his crib but he wouldn't have it. He would nap with me during the day. And it worked.
Here we are three years later. You have to lay with the boy in order for him to fall asleep. Sometimes at nap time he'll wake up right after you leave the bed. So, there goes the nap (or my middle of the day sanity). Bedtime is non-existent. As I type I am laying in my bed. He has been up and down the stairs between daddy and I. He has bothered his brother and sister. He has not been in his bed. He's pooped in his diaper. And now he lays next to me twirling my hair and whispering. I have to admit that it is sweet- when he is sleeping. But when he's awake, its well past his bedtime and I'm in need of some quiet solitude I am not a happy person. Maybe this is why I've been having so many of my own temper tantrums lately.
So, co-sleeping can be great and it is sweet cuddling up next to the sweet baby. But after 3 years and no longer time for myself or hubby and I, my next baby will be sleeping across the hall!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Here's our new home. It still feels weird living here and getting used to a new house! It is nice to be settled in. I had to take pictures for our dossier so I thought I'd post them here too. I will get to the inside later in the week... I love our new house though!
That's the living room window and master bedroom.
On the side is the dining room window.
The back door, kitchen window and the 3 bedrooms upstairs. Plus our tiny backyard!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Today my 'baby' is 3. It is hard to believe that 3 years have gone by. I cannot even imagine life without him. He is a busy little boy who loves to run, climb and play yet he's also a cuddly boy who loves to sleep with mommy and daddy...still. We love him so much and I thank God for my precious boy every day.
Here he is as an almost 3 year old! Never a dull moment with him around!
Here he is just born. Isn't it funny how no matter how much time goes by you don't forget the first time holding those precious bundles of blessings?
Happy Birthday Cuddly Boy!!!! We LOVE you!!!!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
We have been moved in for about 3 weeks now. And you know what? We've only gotten 2 or 3 pieces of forwarded mail!!!! Last week I sent Zach to the post office and they said once it gets here it has to go back up to north MS and then back down. How stupid! It is quicker to get forwarded mail when moving from one state to another than moving from one city to the one right next to it. Or maybe it's just another backwards thing about Mississippi! Boy is it annoying though! I want MY mail!!!
After seeing a head peak out my curiosity got the best of me. It looks like it could be a moth cocoon but I'm really not sure, considering I'm not on the West Coast! Sure is strange though. Good science lesson for the kiddos though;) I tried to take more pictures but my lens kept fogging up (thanks, humidity). You never can be sure what you'll find down here!
I plan on taking pics of the house soon (I've had many requests). So please stand by!
Monday, August 20, 2007
I think I figured out part of my problem. How many of you all need quiet 'me' time every day? I am one of those people. I know, maybe its a lot to ask with three kids, but we all need some quiet time. I still make my kids nap. Princess usually reads in her bed, but the boys usually sleep. I've been more flexible with this lately. So, I'm not getting my normal afternoon 'me' time. They used to go to bed at 8 pm. Since this move they're going at all different times. I love the quiet evenings when the kids are in bed and I can watch a movie with Zach or read a good book or browse online. Well, I may be getting to do these things lately but its not quiet. My kids are right there. And that is hard.
Right now Cuddly Boy is laying on my lap. For some reason he won't stay asleep in his bed today. Last night he didn't fall asleep until about 11 pm! I feel in desperate need of some down time! Alone. Even though I'm sitting here blogging I'm not alone. Instead I have some boy demanding to play with my hair while he lies tiredly on my lap staring in my face. I love his sweet little face, but sometimes that little face is cuter when its asleep!
Friday night I went out with some ladies from Sunday School to celebrate a couple of birthdays. I come home to a 'surprise'. A new pet.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
It kinda hit me this morning. Little Man has been so unbearable lately that its hard to even enjoy being around him. Yesterday we went with some friends shopping and to the local children's 'museum'. He was the only kid (out of 5) whining- and I mean whining- for things everywhere we went. I was going to buy him a book since his sister was getting two free ones, but once the whining surfaced- no way! Anyway, what hit me is that he does not do well with change. He never has. Even though he's excited we've moved I guess just the change of everything overwhelms him. Why is it that we're all so different and change affects some while not others? It is no excuse for his recent behavior but at least I may be seeing where its coming from. And I pray it ends soon because I'm not sure how much more I can take!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I was going to post about how well things are going. About how my children have been getting along so well. How Little Man no longer whines and cries about every little thing. About how Princess doesn't antagonize her brothers or manipulate them any longer. About how Cuddly boy no longer streaks through the house or poops his pants or is on the toilet every 5 minutes. I was going to say how my life is just like a wonderful, yummy box of chocolates that everybody wants to dig in to. But then I'd be lying.
I don't know if its all the change or the fact that we're really not in a schedule but my children are out of control. Of course, I haven't obtained a whole lot of control with dealing with them either. Then I wonder about posting things like that on my blog. Will somebody turn me in for not being the perfect put-together mother? See, now I wonder about things like that. "Should I even post this" I ask myself. What will people think of me? You see, I know there are people out there that know me in real life that read my blog and remain 'anonymous'. What will they think?
I know most of us have days and moments like this. But there are some who have it "together". Maybe they don't have children so they don't know what its like. Or maybe they don't have three who like to fight and compete over every little thing. Maybe they don't have kids who all want to be a certain character on TV and continually fight over that.
So you see, my life is not like a box of chocolates lately. It's quite the opposite. I sit and think how wonderful it would be if my children got to go and visit grandparents for a week. Or if I could take a vacation- alone or with just Zach. I've only ever been away from them for a couple of nights at a time. I know, I know I should accept that I'm a mother and this is what I'm to do. I don't get a break when my children get shooed off to public school. I don't have a quiet moment to sit and do bills. No wonder my checkbook cannot balance!
So I sit and dream. What would it be like to get on a plane by myself for a little 'me' vacation? Would it be just what I need? Would I be able to sit and dwell in the quiet presence of the Lord? To think on my life and seek what He desires of me?
But no tickets are reserved or vacation in store. So, I will do what I can to press on and fight the fight. We will get through this and order will once again be maintained. Soon we'll start school again and that should settle things down somewhat (I hope). And I will get through this. Tomorrow is a new day.
Maybe tomorrow I won't have to deal with a whiny boy crying about not being able to put his Superman outfit on, while not bothering to ask for help. Maybe I won't have to deal with gagging as I rinse out poopy underwear. Maybe a little girl will for once not complain about things her brothers do. Maybe I will finally have it together and be the perfect June Cleaver. Maybe.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Princess: Dad, what's a pissing cup?
Daddy: Princess, don't say that!
Mommy: Where did you hear that from? (aghast)
Princess: You know, from Cars. I think it's like a trophy or something.
It clicks! She meant the Piston Cup from the Cars movie! I couldn't stop chuckling.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Last night I did something I thought I'd never do. I ate food from The Shed. Supposedly its some of the best barbecue down here, but we haven't tried the barbecue. You see, when we lived in NC we went to this place called Wilbur's. Wilbur's is this southern barbecue place where all these famous people have gone. We hated it. It was not the kind of barbecue we had in mind. So, we assumed MS barbecue was the same and haven't tried it for the three years we've been here!
Where we've moved to, pretty much across the highway is this place called The Shed. Well, it looks exactly like a shed. But word has it its the best. We kept telling ourselves we wouldn't eat there, that we'd be wasting our money on food we didn't like. Then Zach came home from work yesterday, lifts up his shirt and says, "You see why I have this here" (referring to his protruding belly). "It's because I ate some food from The Shed and I couldn't stop". He tells me how delicious he thought it was but I didn't believe him at all. But he was serious!!! I honestly thought he was pulling my leg about eating their food.
So, we decided to give it a try. We ended up taking it home versus eating there as it was PACKED! I would like to eat there at some point to get the 'total Shed experience' though. The place just cracked me up. And yet while I was gazing around at the junk everywhere I couldn't help but think that my original perception of the place was wrong. After all, if we had to wait in line like 15 minutes just to order its gotta be good, right?
It was SOOOO good!!! Surprisingly even the kiddos liked it, besides maybe Cuddly boy who eats nothing anyway! It wasn't the BBQ like they have in NC but true BBQ. I got a huge sampler platter- may as well try it all- and everything was delicious. So, I think I've now experienced true Mississippi barbecue! Take a look at the website and read the story behind how it opened...I thought it was quite interesting!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
This post is in response to the comment I had under the untitled post on the 31st of July. The words of the anonymous commenter are in red.
First let me comment by saying that the post was intended toward nobody in particular. Zach had just commented that in regards to my post about my frustrations about housing that people may think we’re not in God’s will or something to that affect. So I was simply trying to say that I’m not going to let what people think affect me. We know we’re where God wants us and that’s all that matters. And sometimes people, even people with good intentions may try to get in the way of God’s work. Let me add that I am not trying to be ‘mean’ or ‘ugly’ in my response to the comment.
I have been following your blog and it seems like you are getting too caught up in martyrdom, or maybe losing focus of what you are doing and why.
I don’t see how a simple post about frustrations about housing issues implies that I’m losing focus. There are frustrations in everything in life: pregnancy, birth, child-rearing, marriage, homeschooling, moving, adoption, etc. We live in a sinful world and sometimes we face frustrations. You would have to be a saint to not get frustrated with things in life. Is it ‘right’ to get frustrated? No. But I admit that I am a sinner. I claim no perfection. But my focus has not taken the wrong fork in the road just because I get frustrated with things.
Venting is one thing, but you are seemingly getting to an ugly place. If this is truly what God wants you to do, why are you letting the destroyer show anger and discord through your words and actions? From the tone of this post, if it was the first time for me to read this, I would not come back - and thus miss out on some wonderful information or following what could be an outstanding witness to God's provision.
I don’t see how my posts are ‘getting to an ugly place’. The destroyer is not showing anger and discord through my words and actions. I’m assuming the statement, ‘If this is truly what God wants you to do…’ implies toward our adoption? My ‘frustration’ posts were in regards to our whole housing issue~ military housing. It had nothing to do with adoption. But since that can of worms was opened in your comment I will be addressing that.
Have you ever moved? Have you had to deal with people on ‘high horses’ with military housing offices? Do you know that a move is stressful, both military and civilian? But the military is a whole different facet than ‘normal civilian’ life that most people cannot understand unless they’ve been in the shoes of a military family. That is where my frustrations stemmed from in those posts. Every move brings upon it change and stress to some degrees. While I love to move it is stressful! Our things were packed up and we couldn’t get a house! I was at my wits end with it all!
My blog is not a place of good, happy, feel-good and fuzzy feelings. It is a place where I am real. I am who I am. I don’t hide behind pretty rose colored glasses. One post may talk about the joys of motherhood and the next may complain about my mothering tasks. Does that mean that I’m getting to an ‘ugly place’? Most blogs I read function much the same way. I enjoy reading about people who are ‘real’. We try to live a life pleasing unto God but we often fall. But we get back up. We’re human. (Romans 3:23 For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God).
I will pray that you will find some joy in all this and be able to display it here like you did when you first started this process.
I do have joy. Once again I’m assuming you’re referring to the adoption but I could be wrong. The adoption journey is a lot like a pregnancy. Ups and downs. Days of feeling great and days you’re wondering, ‘Why’. There are many things that come up in the adoption process that may not always be pleasant, things that could rob our joy. After all, the Lord delights that orphans be cared for, so the enemy will do what he can to steal the joy out of it all. Maybe a family has been told they’re adopting a certain child only to find out the parents didn’t want to relinquish their rights. Maybe the child died before being adopted. Do you think people have joy at those times? Ecclesiastes says, ‘There is a time for everything…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance… (Ecc. 3).
You are correct - we all have bad days. Even Jesus cried out to the Father in agony...but he didn't lash out at people like this. He didn't say "If you don't like what I have to say, don't listen." No one is perfect, and you cant always respond in the way Christ would, but you should strive to, especially in a place where your printed word is displayed in public for SO MANY to see.
You are right, Jesus did not ‘lash out at people’. I did not intend for my post to ‘lash out’ either. It is hard to read the tone of what people are saying over the internet. I was simply making a statement that you took the wrong way. It didn’t seem to affect anybody else, so maybe I somehow stepped on your toes in the past by something I’ve previously posted?
It kind of seems like you are looking for people to rave and pat you on the back for what you guys are doing, and when they don't you get angry and lash out. Well, most people did not hurrah Jesus on, including some of His disciples who questioned the things he did and those around him who questioned His motives.
What would be nice would be encouragement from people about what we’re doing. I do not at all expect a pat on the back. This is all about God and I give Him the glory for leading us down this road. I am not trying to say, “I’m so glorified and better than you because I’m adopting”. It has never been my intention to come across that way. I’m not expecting a reward or anything but simple encouragement from friends and family. I have gotten angry with some of the responses we’ve had from people. It is very heartbreaking when the people you think will be excited turn the cheek at it. After all, we’ll be bringing home a child, our child. What will these people do when they see our dear daughter? Walk away and not embrace her? Is that any way to treat one of God’s children?
Proverbs 19:17 He who is kind to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will reward him for what he has done.
Proverbs 21:13 If a man shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too will cry and not be answered.
What are you trying to say here? To listen to those whose words have hurt me because maybe they have a vision for my life that I don’t? That their words are to be heeded over God’s? That what we’re doing is wrong? While I know that people may have good intentions in what they say, do they think that WE can’t hear the voice of God and see His hand?
Proverbs 19:21 Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.
Proverbs 21:30 There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan that can succeed against the Lord.
Anger doesn't deserve a foothold in your life...maybe the anger and gripes should be best left for a non-public blog or diary, or just lay it down at Jesus' feet.
I have let the anger go and I believe I’ve already stated that in another post, again assuming you mean toward those who 'offended' me regarding our adoption. It does not have a foothold. But, I’m still bound to get angry about things. I am a sinner. If you are looking for a blog where it is nothing but encouragement from a ‘saintly’ person this is the wrong blog. I can recommend blogs that provide only encouragement and not the daily struggles if that is what you’re seeking. My blog is my ‘journal’. Therefore, I share all parts of myself. It is who I am. I’ve always been an open person and I will not change to please one anonymous person!
I am praying you have peace, and that the rest of this journey will be an easier road and God's will will just fall into place. Bighugs.
I have peace. A month ago I may not have had the peace I have today. The journey that God takes us on isn’t always easy, just like our Christian walk. We have mountaintop experiences and times we feel like we’re sinking in quicksand. Just because we endure hardships doesn’t mean we’re not in God’s will. I have never felt more in the will of God than I do today. “Bighugs” to you too.
I had to come back and add, that I hope you don't take my comment the wrong way as well. I just would hate to see your mission be overshadowed by the little things that nag us into griping. I truly hope things work out for you guys. :)
Just because I ‘gripe’ doesn’t mean the mission God has for my life is overshadowed by the destroyer. You must lead one fulfilled, blessed life to not have any complaints about things in life that don’t go as expected.
Oh, and I am not sure how you intended your comment. It didn’t come across too pleasantly, but then again it is hard to read the tone of words on the internet. Just as I’m sure this may not come across too pleasantly. I mean no harm or anything by my statements.
We closed on the house and already we've got enough in savings for our adoption plus we already paid off our car! Boy does it feel GOOD! As I was driving all the way home (I feel so 'out there' now) I was overwhelmed at God's goodness and just burst into tears. I'm also a bit sad that our home sold, but not really as much as I thought I'd be. A month ago I would have never thought I'd be sitting in a new house- a military house for that matter! Not only did the sale benefit us, but also the buyers. They are Christians too. And I could see how God worked to bring them to that house as we talked. It just amazes me how He works these details of our lives all into place. Like I said, a month ago I had no clue this is where we'd be yet He knew all of this. It just amazes me. The way He cares for us and loves us. The provision and blessing He bestows upon us.
Last year at this time I was mourning the loss of my precious baby. Who would have thought that God would work so much in a year- from the loss of my Malachi to beginning the adoption process to selling our home. His love amazes me! Even after I lost Malachi I felt like God had something really BIG in store for us. I had no idea what it was but I could not shake away that nagging thought. Who would have known this is what it was. Doesn't it feel good to know you're right smack dab in the center of God's Holy will??? I serve an AWESOME and AMAZING God!!!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Our first night in our house the house was strewn with boxes. We stayed up until about 1 or 2 am to unpack and get the boxes out of the house. So, then our stuff was everywhere. It was complete chaos if I've ever seen it! That was Tuesday.
Wednesday our bug man came. I tried to move what I could away from walls and such. He's a great 'bug guy' so I knew he'd do a thorough job. It was a strenuous day. My legs got quite the workout those first few days, going up and down those stairs. They were hurting terribly (shows how out of shape I am). Wednesday night as I was trying to find out if Jodie was ok (she lives in the Twin Cities area) Zach was talking on the phone to a friend. All of a sudden he sees a roach. He kills it. About 10 minutes later, while I'm still on my search for information and he's still talking football he sees another one. We do NOT like roaches. He is terrified of them, especially since one tried to crawl in his mouth when we were staying in TLF back in '04 when we moved here. Story for another time (I can't remember if I've blogged about that). So, this second one goes behind the TV and then we see it crawling up the wall. By this point I'd gotten a hold of Jodie and found out she was ok and had to frantically hang up the phone. I'm standing in the middle of the living room and Zach's about to walk up to kill the stupid bug when it FLIES at us!!! I SCREAMED and ran upstairs into Princess' room (she was already in bed). Let me say that we were tempted to stay at a hotel or sleep on the floor at our old house. We ended up keeping a light on when we went to bed and all of the kiddos slept with us. I did not want roaches crawling upon my kiddos in their beds!!! Call us chickens, but there is nothing more disgusting to me than a gigantic flying roach. The next morning there were two dead ones downstairs and since then we haven't seen any. I know Mr. Bug Man's poison works wonders! Then yesterday morning Zach saw a black widow in the kitchen when he awoke. Today I've seen at least 10 earwigs crawling around. I can handle earwigs! Roaches. Poisonous spiders. No way. I just hope that we don't get mice next. Those are reserved to visit me when I visit at my mom's house! And these southerners (no offense to y'all) can call them Palmetto Bugs or whatever fancy name they want, but a roach is a roach. And I don't want to hear, 'It doesn't matter how clean you are down here you still get them' because in 3 years we didn't have 1 roach in our last house!!! But, being military housing I guess you never know.
It is really hard to believe that tomorrow we close on our house. That was the first house we bought together. Before that we'd always lived in military housing. We loved it when we moved in and there are things I will miss about it, but it is nice to have a change also. I never thought I'd want to move back into military housing after owning my own home, but the Lord has really changed my heart. We have way less space in this house but I don't mind. It almost seems bigger in ways. We have tons of storage space it seems, although we don't have as much room in the bedrooms and we don't have a specific schoolroom anymore, although we do have a playroom still, although small. Our garage is tons smaller and we barely have a yard compared to our other house, but we're so content. It is nice to have sidewalks, slow drivers, kids who respect adults and playgrounds nearby. I have only met my neighbor so far, but it seems like a very family and kid friendly area. I will post more later...still trying to settle in and I have to cook dinner and I have a Mom's Night Out tonight. I am enjoying catching up on y'all. It seems a lot longer than a week that I've been gone. Man, I'm addicted to blogging;) Oh yeah, and for all of you campers out there, there is a nice campground right across the road (they even have cabins for those who prefer the more modern way of camping)! So come on down!!!
Monday, August 06, 2007
I have Internet at home!!! Of course he didn't come until the end of the day to hook it up and then Zach had to call to get it to work. So this will be another short post as I've got dinner clean up to do and a floor that needs to be cleaned. Life is busy as can be lately. It sure is good to be online though. I'm sure I'll catch up at some point...
Friday, August 03, 2007
Wow, I had 15 comments???? What a treat!!! First of all, nobody said anything about my post. I was just saying that I have a right to say what I want to. I wasn't lashing out at anybody or anything like that (and to be honest I can't even remember what it was all about right now, that post, so I'll have to just let it all go). I would like to know who Anon is though... So, to clear that up....Thank you all for understanding my frustrations!
We have a house. We got the keys Tuesday about 1:30. It has been a LONG few days and we don't have Internet until Monday. I had to come to the library to pay some online bills so I thought I'd update real quick. Zach wanted all of the boxes unpacked Tuesday as he didn't want roaches in the house. We're in the south, so roaches are a huge thing. So, stuff was EVERYWHERE for the first few days but today its looking good. Just a few more misc. things to put away here and there and pictures and curtains to hang...all in good time. So, I'm pretty much unpacked and settled...if only the roaches would stay away (a story you'll have to come back for on Monday). We're enjoying our new house, but my legs are KILLING me from up and down the stairs!!!
This morning we went to New Orleans and got fingerprinted for our adoption.
Well, I have so much more to share but I have three cranky kiddos and my hubby waiting for me in the van. I've got bills to pay, address to change and so much still to do. Risa, I hope you get to move in to your house soon. So glad things are finally at least progressing for you. Denise, I hope that things work out for you. Angie, I'm so glad you're blogging and will call you soon. The rest of you...don't let my discouragement, or as my mom said PMS turn you away;)
By the way...please remember with me my two babies I lost this past year. Tomorrow will be the 'birthday' of 'Grace' whom I lost last Aug. 4. And tomorrow is also Malachi's 'due date'. I will probably make a trip to the cemetery and lay some flowers on his grave. I've been quite emotional thinking on it lately so please pray for me. To think I could have my precious son in my arms right now breaks my heart...but I know that this to is all the Lord's plan.