Watch out for that LADY!

When is it that you go from being a "girl" or a "chick" to a "lady"? Brian stayed home with the kiddos tonight so that I could have a few minutes at the grocery store all to myself. (so nice) While waiting in the checkout line a little girl is "helping" her mom push her cart and load groceries onto the conveyor belt behind me.  "Watch out for that lady".  Umm I think I would rather be scuffed by the cart.  Lady? Blah! Anyway, a very successful day of crafting with Nikki Speirs today.  We made that cutest dang wreaths ever.  I will take a picture and post it.  Did I mention how lucky I am? Wow.  This life has come together way better than I ever imagined it could.  Brian is so great, and the kids are doing so well.  Huh, lucky me!!!

My Little One Is One.

Just one year ago, I felt a little strange.  "I'm two weeks early and this can't be it". Hours later, the little body that dwelled in mine I got to meet.  Bittersweet at first.  "His breathing isn't quite right" "We need to take him".  Please No! That is all I could think.  I can't do this.  I am not strong enough. The next 24 hours were brutal.  I watched as you struggled for your new little life.  As they poked and prodded.  All I wanted to do was to hold you and feed you. The night they moved you from Alta View to IMC, you gave me my testimony.  The spirit was so strong in that room. I have never felt it like that before.  I received a small piece of Heaven that night.  I was so scared, but I knew that my Heavenly Father was real. He was there that night to protect us.  Through 9 days of tubes and 2 ventilators, X-rays and feeding tubes, your lungs did heal.  You were much braver than I.  And now here you are to prove to the world that you did arrive that September 3rd night.  That you will move mountains, and you will be brave.  You will take on the world with you independency and you will charm them as you do it.  I love you little one.

PROUD

In the midst of my afternoon, not to mention I think Will is cutting teeth and has been a let's just say a little clingy mama boy, Jack tells me, "Mom, I am proud that you are my mom".  I dropped to my knees and hugged is 30lb body.  How do they know? What could have inspired my 6 year old to tell me that? Thank You Jack.  Mama needed that today.