I wanted to thank you all for sticking with us through this journey.
Six months ago we said goodbye to our first house, our beautiful city, and our incredible friends and family and moved an hour north, into one room of my parents house.
Fast forward to today, and we are still living in that one room, but we are in the home stretch (no pun intended) of our modular home being finished and we couldn’t be more thrilled.
I’m sitting in my unfinished basement.
On a lawn chair.
With no idea what this post will be about…
I try very hard not to care what other people think. But sometimes stereotypes and stigmas get the best of me.
So when my mom showed me a Craigslist listing for a modular home in December, I blew her off immediately. There was no way I would live in one of “those”.
To the lucky lady who marries my son,
Today is your wedding day, the day you marry the man I raised.
This is so hard for me to write and I’m not sure why.
Possibly because I’m currently swiping the hair off his forehead as he lays here sleeping.
He’s currently my 21 month old little boy.
A recent tragedy last weekend took a sister in Christ, a devoted wife, a young mama and a friend to so many much too quickly from our community. I am positive she impacted everyone who knew her, in her life and her death. My husband worked with her and says “I cannot think of another person who has impacted soooo many lives on such a deep level.”
I am humbly reminded that our time is not our own, and this place is not our home.
From one sleep deprived Mama to another.
It will be okay.
It might not seem like it now, since you’ve been up all night with the babe and now the toddler is up at 7:15am, but trust me, you’re strong and you will get through this day.
This day has been on my mind since the day I found out about her. YOU were the first thing on my mind.
The day you would no longer be the baby, even though you’ll always be my baby. Continue reading