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Blessings Blended With Heartache

Words can’t express the love I have for you.

I can’t tell you in a






How much joy is stirred up in my heart watching your love and bond grow as brothers.

You make each other laugh often.

You have your share of fights,


But overall, you care deeply for each other.

Today has been hard for me.

I have been missing someone you never knew.

My body has been with you all day, but my mind has been with your oldest sibling.

She was due October 31, 2004.

While we ate breakfast this morning, I could imagine her sitting with us.

The same thing happened at church today.

All day I could “see” her everywhere.

I tried to escape her with a nap.

The nap came, but she was there.

It has been a hard day, but sweetened by your love for one another.

While I have never held my oldest child, I have felt the joy of knowing her.

She changed my life in the short time she lived inside me.

I am so thankful for her.

She made me a mother.

She opened my heart to the possibility of you.

She made me love you and treasure each moment of your pregnancy.

While you will never play together, as I wish you could,

I am so thankful you two have each other.

I count it a blessing to watch your relationship form.

I love you both!

Thank you for being a light, sent by God, to carry me through today.



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A $5 investment!

This morning started off rough.

The boys were fighting like cats and dogs.

My back was still bothering me from whatever I did to it Monday afternoon.

Everything felt




And nothing was going right.

I had decided to go ahead with my plan to surprise the boys by going out to breakfast.

Then things changed.

The boys weren’t fighting as much and attitudes were transformed.

I took them to The Waffle House (because they had never been).

After breakfast, the server gave the boys $1 to put in the jukebox.

Soon they were dancing for the entire restaurant with the customers cheering them on.


After breakfast, we headed to a local barber to get the boys haircuts.

Now, haircuts are not something Collin enjoys.

*Read cries like he is being beaten*

So when I told him where we are going he started to sulk.

He got quiet and sad.

I told him he was just going to have to take a deep breath and find a way to get through it.

I saw a sign outside this shop for $5 boys cuts, the price was right, so we went there.

There is one barber in this two chair shop.

He is a master barber with 40+ years of experience.

He was working on another client so we took seats in the waiting area.

When it was our turn Noah jumped at the chance to go first.

This barber is old school.

He tells you his opinion and is a bit scary rough around the edges.

Noah did fine.

His cut looks great and he jumped off the chair and hit the sucker bowl for his reward.

Up next, Collin.

Oh boy!

He climbed into the chair.

Not a peep.

He was draped with the cape.

Not a peep.

The clippers came out.

Not  a peep.

He did great.

And then I saw it.

I saw my baby putting on a brave face.

I saw his confidence building.

I saw his independence.

In the middle of this barber shop, I felt like crying.

He looked like a big boy, but so tiny in that chair.

The chair offered 6 inches of spare room on either side of his small frame.

The cape looked like a king sized top sheet lying puddled on the floor.

He would grin, ever so slightly, when the clippers tickled the base of his neck.

He looked up at me with his big round blue eyes and asked how he looked?

It was precious.

He looked handsome.

He looked sweet.

He looked like a big boy, ready for school.

Ready to take on anything.

Pretty soon, he was done.

He hopped out of the chair and raided the candy bowl.

As we were pulling out of the parking lot he asked when he could go back there again.

SO, a simple $5 haircut turned out to be a investment in his character, development and growth.


Who knew?

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Wordless Wednesday

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Noah’s tears fell, they fell hard.

It is Sunday night.

I am sitting in a tear-stained shirt.

Tears from a VERY sad little 5 year old boy.

On Tuesday he knows Mommy will be going to the hospital for surgery.

He remembers bits and pieces of the last time I had surgery.

While I am not sure how much he remembers, I know he remembers some of it vividly.

Last time, I was in the hospital for 9 days and recovery took 1 year.

This time, I will be in the hospital for 4 days and recovery will take 3 months.

In the months, weeks and days preceding this meltdown, we have been preparing the boys.

We have talked openly in front of them and with them about what will be going on.

We have geared them up for spending the night at 2 friend’s houses and 1 of their grandparents house all in 1 week.

Until tonight he was THRILLED with the idea.

And then… bedtime happened.

He broke down.

The weight of the upcoming week shook him to the core.

And tears feel.

He got hot.

He got clammy.

He was unable to speak.

He was on the verge of hyperventillation.

He was beside himself.

To be honest, so was I.

I was sad.

I was scared.

We talked.

We prayed.

I reminded him of the stuffed animal I bought for him to hug when he missed me

or when he was lonely and just needed an extra lovin.

We prayed.

We reminded him of how God will always be there and we are only a phone call away.

He finally calmed down.

Aaron put him back in bed.

He is resting.

Please keep our boys in your prayers over the next few weeks as we go through this difficult time.

Pray that we will trust God for the words to speak to calm their hearts while answering their questions.

Please pray for strength for our entire family.

Thank you!

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My boys

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