Friday, May 4, 2012


This last week and a half has been a rough one y'all.  After I felt like I was on death's doorstep I finally went to the doctor for sure I had bronchitis.  After listening to me breathe he said, "Well, you don't have bronchitis."  I could have punched him.  Don't you just hate going to the doctor and they tell you you're just fine?!  He then preceded with, "You've crossed the line from there.  You have full blown pneumonia."  Well, that explains it!  I got my meds and I was on my way to "fully rest" as he ordered.  Thankfully Phil has been just the best nurse and has taken care of everything.  I'm feeling much more like myself which is a good thing considering Phil just started a month long sabbatical!  I'm so excited to have this time with him and it couldn't have come at a more perfect time for us.
Since you don't just want to hear about my ailments, I'll leave you with a few pictures I took of Maya a few weeks ago.  It was that magical dusk hour and the sunlight was streaming in.  She loves waving around all those sparkling dust particles!  How are there so many?!!!!  It's always kinda cool to see yet disconcerting at the same time.

 catching sparklies...
 sweet little profile...

 Sun-lit kitchen

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Eat her up

We all snuggled up on the couch tonight to read a bible story before bed. Afterward Maya volunteered to pray. First she went through and thanked God for each of us by name in such a sweet way, and then the last part of her prayer went a lil somethin like this...

"And God I pray you are having such a good time today up in Heaven. I really hope we can be there with you soon. And please can we have a baby? And please, please make unicorns and fairies real!"

Gracious, I love her so much my heart hurts! I just wish you could have seen and heard her. She asked for unicorns and fairies with such expectant joy and hopefulness! Such a good reminder that God wants to hear my wildest of dreams. Even if the rest of the world thinks I'm crazy.
Here's to unicorns and fairies, y'all.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

spilling over

Phil and I crawled into bed much too late last night. We were both tired and ready. As we lay there recounting a few things from the day, I told him a silly little story of an interaction I had with Gibson. Instead of a random chatter response he said, "You're a great Mom, babe. Seriously our kids are so lucky to have you. You're a really great Mom." I had to let a few, warm tears drop to my cold pillowcase before I could eek out a thank you. It's those little moments, in the quiet darkness, that add up to mean the most.