Showing posts from July, 2015


There are precious moments when my sweet seven year old comes up to me and hugs me and looks up at me with his deep brown eyes and says, "I love you mama." He then, already grasping around my belly, spoke directly to his sister and shared the same sentiment, "I love you, Violet." Those are the moments I cherish, the moments I cling to. The moments that make parenting worthwhile and remind us that what we're doing is rewarding. That was this morning.
It's not a secret, and this is certainly not a complaint, but Eli can be a challenging child. By far not the most challenging, and I count my many blessings knowing I was hand selected to be his mom.
This evening we enjoyed a wonderful meal where this usually hyperactive child of mine demonstrated just how obedient and well mannered he could be. It was a scene to make any mother proud and no doubt I must have been beaming at the sight of my angelic son. We decided to stop in a gift shop that was just down from the…

Claim Your Prize

I heard an interesting story in the news today. Today is the day. It's the final deadline for one person to come forward. New York authorities are looking for the person who purchased a lottery ticket that happens to be a winner. The prize? A mere $7 million. For almost a year this ticket holder has gone completly unaware of his or her winnings. And now the day has come when, if he or she doesn't step forward, there won't be any prize to claim. The ticket will be null and void. 
Something that seems worthless, a little piece of paper, holds value beyond what most of us will ever have to claim. What now holds such high value is still worthless considering it may go completely unnoticed and without ever being cashed in. Who knows where this ticket holder is, let alone the actual winning ticket. Without it being turned in, without this person coming forward, the prize will go unclaimed. The winnings will be worthless. The opportunity may truly never come again. 
And yet, you kn…

Violet Hope

We knew what her name would be even before we truly knew of her. Somehow it just clicked. Blame it on my undying love of purple and the anthem to royalty this princess should be...but Michael was emphatically in love with it just as much as I was and so we had decided: if we have a girl, her name will be Violet.
This wasn't a situation where we would have to wait and see her for the first time. We just KNEW. This was also one of the reasons I was certain I was carrying a boy. We had so wholeheartedly agreed on a girl's name but couldn't be so certain with a boy's name. I felt for this reason it just seemed too just fit together so nicely and seemed, quite frankly, too good to be true.
From the time I learned of our first pregnancy in the fall, the Lord kept impressing upon me the word "Hope." It has such deep biblical meaning and it resonated with me throughout our loss. Everywhere I turned, He would encourage me with scriptures filled with message…