Recent Ramblings

  • Eyes Closed Tight Dreaming
    Eyes Closed Tight Dreaming
    April 7, 2017 by
    I feel like if I state my dreams for the whole Internet to read, maybe God will see them bigger and pay more attention?  No.  He won’t.  But maybe I’ll see them bigger and pay more attention. Maybe I’ll have something to look back at in 3 years to compare God’s vision to my own.  And maybe it will look nothing like what I put out there, but maybe it will.  I have dreams that stick, but feel both tangible and incredibly unforeseeable.  But that’s dreaming right?  When we close our eyes and search our heart, we see dreams with...
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  • 50/50
    50/50
    March 31, 2017 by
    Our family of four was sitting at a picnic table at an Orange Beach playground this week.  An 8 year old Alabama girl walked over to play with our clan and took a seat at the table.  Within 3 minutes, she whispered to our daughter, “Does your brother have special needs?”  This was met with confusion from our daughter and watery eyes from me.  This is the first time a child has approached this subject so openly and honestly. Our son looked at me and said, “Do I Mom?  Do I have special needs?” I explained to all the...
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  • So Much More Than Poo
    So Much More Than Poo
    March 23, 2017 by
    We learned a lot about poo in our parenting classes.  How to change diapers, all the diaper options, how to wipe, how to handle rashes.  We were solid on poo and how much of it we were about to encounter.  We also learned CPR and got real serious about finding the perfect pediatrician.  What else was there to know?  It was a tiny non-speaking human.  We would figure it out.  PEOPLE.  Let’s talk about what these parenting classes should be passing along to eager, bright eyed, bushy tailed, open eared parents-to-be.  Ten years in, these are the highlights I would...
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  • Two Hands
    Two Hands
    March 20, 2017 by
    We pulled into Caroline and Mark’s driveway in our boxy blue Volvo that morning.  I couldn’t tell you what we talked about during that 20 minute car ride.  A lot of nothing.  What do you say when you’re about to lay eyes on your baby boy, 3 weeks new?  What do you say when the past few years of struggle and longing and anger and hoping are about the unfold in an instant? When your journey is about to alter in ways your eager and naive selves have no way of predicting?  I don’t know what we talked about, but...
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