Daddy

They were real tears with Monday’s hug. Speaking volumes of a bond’s depth. He is hers. She adores him. Goodbye is a sacrifice.

She’s been looking for him this week. Asking if he’ll be here when we pull up to a store. “No, Hannah, love. Daddy’s at youth camp. He’ll be back Friday.” Her two-year-old world is flipped. What is youth camp? And when really is Friday? Counting down sleeps is still hard to fathom.

Last night her groggy little body arose quietly. Crept up onto the bed. In his spot. He always offers a mid-night snuggle. No questions asked. She lay there in his empty spot. Heavy breaths finally gave way to sleep. Four hours later she awoke and returned to her own bed. Not a word was said. It didn’t have to be.

Friday’s coming, baby.

Friday’s coming.

– Her heart is beautiful.

My Little Blondie

Abi Grace,

Somewhere along the road I realized you are growing up. Yeah, I know, your hair is getting longer. And your feet have grown through yet another pair of shoes. And that Elsa shirt doesn’t really fit anymore. And when I was folding yet another pair of those “just barely fitting you still” pants it hit me. My preschooler is gone.

I stood by your bed tonight. Your promoted to the top bunk, bed. And watched your heavy breaths. Your wild Merida curls overcoming your pillow. And something caught in my throat. You’re getting so big.

In just a few weeks you will start Kindergarten. I know sometimes that doesn’t feel very big. There’s always Rachael’s shadow. But we try hard, baby, to give you a spotlight outside of the “Rachael’s little sister” category. I understand. I’ve been there. And it’s not always a bad place to be. Especially with such a great big sister. But you, my dear, are turning into such a vibrantly amazing little girl.

I love how your laugh still compels anyone nearby to frolic in your joy. I love how your imagination overwhelms you with story lines until I am utterly convinced that you are indeed Agnes from Despicable Me or Honey Lemon from Big Hero Six. Some may think it a lack of creativity, but quite the contrary I see the real delight in your Shakespearian monologues to the backgrounds of Disney titles. I see your sweeping dress as you run down the hallway in reckless abandonment to the North Mountain’s solitude to sing “Let it Go”. And in those moments I see a little flicker of an actress in you. An actress who relates to others in the depths of their world.

I love that little furrowed brow of justice. It’s so powerful. It boils your blood to see someone left out. It just cannot happen. And you will share anything you have to make sure all are included. I see how your special animals creep into Hannah’s bed when Hannah’s having a hard day. I see how Eden becomes surrounded by toys whenever she lets out the meekest fuss. I see how Daddy’s shirt get Kroger sticker decorations whenever you get a bounty. Your generosity is growing. It’s fueled by a justice and a compassion that are truly beautiful to watch. There is no fanfare. No attention seeking. Just a quiet sacrifice made by your precious little heart of love.

Thank you for not finding me an intrusion when I check in on you in your introverted moments. Your slices of away. Be it picking flowers while the others play. Or chalk drawings once everyone moves on to London Bridges. You are happy. You are fully content. You politely refuse a group invite for your rewarding quiet away. This heart understands you. And thank you for including me in your quiet away. I promise to stay quiet and just be nearby. Loving you. And encouraging you with a few fingers playing with your pigtails. Or a kiss on your forehead. Just a quiet reminder that you are wonderful. And I adore the beautiful character God has made in you.

Abi, my love, we celebrated your fifth birthday. FIVE! My goodness! FIVE! How in the world did you grow so fast? You’re HUGE! And I can just picture your proud smile as I write about how big you are. You are a kid, my love. A KID! Gone are the days of preschool attention spans. Gone are the days of toddler fall-out tantrums (they’ve been replaced with “big kid” pouting sessions – ha!). And gone are the “no one holds me but Mommy” days of being an infant. Abi, my word child, you are HUGE!

And as you take big steps, hard steps and sometimes scary steps to grow into the little lady that God desires you to be I want to remind you of this one thing: no matter how huge you get, my love, you are never too big for a hug from Mommy or Daddy. We adore you, Abi. Your fun, quirky, excited, carefree, laughing, bounding, wonderful personality make us want to be around you. We never know what our firecracker will say or do next. You are a rare gem, my dear, a precious light in our eyes. And I want you to remember that we have and will always love you, Daddy and I. There’s nothing we won’t walk with you through. Nothing we wouldn’t do to encourage you to be the wonderful creation that God has made you.

So even though I didn’t get a post up around your birthday because of VBS and vacation and all that busy fun stuff, I still wanted to write you a letter. A letter that I will read to you once you wake up tomorrow. A letter to remind you that you are still and will forever be MY Abi Grace.

Even if you are 5 and huge now. 😉

I love you, Abi. So, so, so much.

I’m proud of you.

Our world needs more people like you, Abi.

So keep being your awesome self.

Love,

Mommy

Happy Birthday, Eden!!!

Today our Eden Rose turned 1 year old.


We celebrated with her favorite food right now for a family dinner: pizza and Cheetos puffs. (No we don’t eat that regularly – ha!)


Then after a big cupcake split amongst our family and some ice cream,  we got to FaceTime with Aunt Jes while she opened her presents from Aunt Jes and Uncle Nayt, Aunt Kat and Uncle Stephen, Rachael and our little family.

Rachael made Eden a sweet little craft project of two angels to hang above Eden’s crib.

 

 
 She was so excited!

 So she decided to stand up for her birthday celebration. 🙂
 Happy first birthday, sweet Eden. Our lives are so much more wonderful with you in it.

 You are SUCH a delight, baby.

We love you so.

Vocal Depth

I was listening to an audio reading of Genesis while I was folding clothes this morning. The children were playing together while the littlest napped, permitting me full attention to give to the listening amid the monotony of laundry.

And it hit my ears.

“Who told you that you were naked?” The narrator read with a tinge of desperation in his voice.

And through those words God reminded my heart of his desperation for mankind.

Sermons can and have been written on God’s compassion, willing Adam and Eve to confess their forbidden fruit sin. The Omniscient God did not need them to verbalize their sin. He already knew the question’s answer. But He gave them the opportunity to feel the relief of confession. The relief of releasing some of the guilt. Not adding salt to the wound by telling the truth.

But in that voice lies a deeper level. A deeper heartbreak chosen to be shouldered by the Ever-Loving Father. The disaster of the fall’s consequences had begun. And even though I wasn’t there, I think this audio Bible’s narrator got the tone just perfect. His desperation. His heartbreak for the newly lost mankind looking back at Him through the eyes of Adam and Eve. Never again to frolic in the garden together. Never again to share in closeness as before.

No, God doesn’t need us, dear friends. But here in His voice in This Genesis verse His heart pours out. He wants us.

Thank you, Lord, for still wanting us… even in the heat of our rebellion. 

“Blessed” somehow fails to describe the depth of Your gift of adoption.

– Please, Lord, keep teaching my heart to listen to Your Voice.

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