Well ... I Had Fun Anyway

Every year about this time, we set out to get our Christmas pictures taken.

And, every year, my husband cringes ... but goes along.

And, every year, Hattie somehow manages to let everyone within a 5 mile radius know that she is NOT a fan of the picture posin.

And, MOST years, Sophie poses happily and makes my job that much easier.

This year, the only difference was Sophie.

Now I have NOBODY in my house who likes to have their picture taken.

But, being the determined mama that I am, we ventured out anyway.

But THIS year, I had a ball. Because this year, I did not weather the storm alone. This year we did a joint photo session with my sweet friend Amanda (AKA SuperModel) and her family! She took OUR pictures and I took theirs.

My family was MUCH more cooperative with someone else behind the camera.

Here are a few shots that did NOT make the Christmas Card Cut ... (you didn't think I was gonna give the BEST shots away just yet, did ya?)
I need to get some brownie points for showin you this one ... HELLO MUFFIN TOP!

This one was actually my favorite, composition wise, but Sophie is not making the most pleasant of faces!

Sweet Hattie

Lovin Sophie's curls here

Aside from a few snapshots, this was the first time that my man and I have been able to take some good pictures of just us since our wedding!

I love the way he makes me laugh!

The way he makes my heart smile!

The way he loves me!

This is my life ... and it is good!

HE

The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.

He will take great delight in you.

He will quiet you with His love,

He will rejoice over you with singing. (Zephania 3:17)

Life has been busy here in B Manor lately. Hattie is back in full swing at school. Sophie turned three - and has the attitude to prove it. And I am now watching two sweet babies through the week - Eli is almost 7 months old and Alexis is about 3 months old. And, on top of all of that, my photography dream is coming into fruition. I have been busily taking and editing pictures for engagements, newborns, Christmas cards and birthdays, as well as family reunions and the average family photo.

So, yeah, like I said, life has been busy.

But life has been good too.

Because HE is good ... ALWAYS good.

Last month we started our fall Bible study at church. We are about halfway through Beth Moore's study on the Patriarchs (Abraham, Isaac & Jacob) and it is sooooooo good. And between that and the sermon series on the 10 Commandments at church, God is rocking my world.

Last week's video touched on the Inheritance that is passed down through the spiritual children of Abraham. Beth (yeah, we are on a first name basis - she is my Pbff, after all!) was discussing how the land was split twelve ways. I always thought twelve sons, twelve tribes, twelve portions, right? Nope. Joseph's portion (because he was the "favorite" son) was doubled - split between his sons - taking up two portions. And the Levites received no portion of the land because they were set apart as Holy priests over ALL of the land and were scattered amongst the other tribes to live.

But, before you think that the Levites were robbed, just think about that for a minute. No, they did not receive a portion of the land ... because GOD was their portion. GOD was the spiritual Inheritance bestowed upon the Levites. WOW!

And what is even better than that? WE, not being physical descendants of Abraham but spiritual descendants THROUGH Christ, also receive a portion. A Spiritual portion.

OUR portion, like the Levites, is God Himself.

And ... here is the kicker ... WE are HIS.

He loves us. We are created for love. Created for communion. Fellowship with HIM. We are His portion.

So, while that was blowing me away, God was preparing more...

Last year I was trying to memorize two verses a month ... I did not do very well at all. So, earlier this year, I decided that I needed to get serious about storing God's word in my heart. And I began to start over. The first verse I chose was Zephania 3:17. And I thought I had it down. But last week when I was trying to go over my verses, that was the one that I could not recall so I decided to pick it apart line by line and really study it.

And, oh.my.WORD. How He has been speaking to my heart in these words in the last week.

The Lord your God is with you ... WITH me, yes. And IN me. Because of Christ's sacrifice, I carry the Holy Spirit in me - HE is with me.

He is mighty to save ... YES! He has saved me - from my sin, from my enemies and, even - no, ESPECIALLY - from myself. Praise Him!

He will take great delight in you ... Remember, WE are His portion. He has CHOSEN us. He loves us. He saves us. PRAISE HIM!

He will quiet you with His love ... Oh, the peace to be found in Him. The joy. The love. Oh how He both stirs and quiets my soul. Oh, the privilege it is to simply rest in His love.

He will rejoice over you with singing ... THIS is the part that brought me to my knees. HE will sing over me! My very favorite part of a worship service is the singing. I LOVE to lift my voice in praise to Him. To sing of His power, might, tenderness, love and glory - oh, it is soooo powerful to me. And then to even begin to comprehend that HE chooses to sing over me. To rejoice over me. Lord, let it be. You are so good and faithful.

So, I was talking about this on Sunday and our worship pastor Aron commented that he loves this verse too. And how he loves when he (aron) sings songs over his children (Belle, 4 and Judah, 1) and they dance in joy and just LOVE it. But then he talked about how when his son is upset, he can almost always calm him with a simple song.

And THAT is how God loves us. He rejoices over us with songs that make us dance with joy, but when our souls are in turmoil, He quites us with his love ... maybe even a love song sung into our hearts and souls. I LOVE the word picture of the King of Kings cradling me in His arms singing softly "Jesus loves me, this I know ... ". Reminding me that He is, indeed, mighty to save.

Oh, He is good.

Lord, let me rest in those arms, listen for the whisper of Your song and rejoice over you as YOU rejoice over me. Let me always remember that YOU are my portion ...

... and I am Yours.

Yes, YOU are good.

Remember

September 11, 2001

We will always remember.

Back to School

This is back to school week for Miss Hattie Grace! She is not a fan of summer breaks, so she was oh so happy to be going back. I am so proud of how well she is doing with all of her therapies AND she is even learning to read! WOW! We are hoping that this will be the year that she gets to mainstream into a traditional classroom. The plan is to start that process in Oct. or early Nov. She will be heading into Kindergarten - my mama heart is busting with pride!

On Tuesday, after a wild and crazy weekend celebrating Sophie's 3rd birthday (THAT post is coming soon!), we headed out to meet the teacher. She is in a new class within the program that she is currently in and hubby had not met that teacher yet, plus we all wanted to see her new classroom in working order!


Hattie was SO excited to be back at school!

Her new desk was ready to go and fully stocked.

We took some get-to-know-you-time with Ms Donna (she is sweet, but we are going to miss Ms Christine!)

We even checked out her very own personal locker!!

Then we came home - Hattie really wanted to stay. It was not easy to get her out of there, but a promise of tomorrow ... and a milkshake did the trick ... yeah, we bribed her.

(hanging my head in shame now...)

Finally the day came - the back pack sat packed and ready to go.


The girls ate their breakfast. Hattie's choice - poptarts (no judgment, please!)

Hattie was so happy to be going to school, she did not even mind a strikin a pose!

Sophie was gonna miss her big sis, so Hattie gave a little love!

They waited (not so) patiently for the bus to arrive. Which seemed to take forever to two anxious girls!

Finally we decided to wait outside. SOMEONE was a wee bit excited.

But someone else just saw an escape route and took off running!



My girl can rock the All Stars!

We waited so long we got a little silly ... 'Sup?!

We even fit a few posed shots in! Lovin on her daddy!

And her mama ... yeah, that's me, rockin the bed head ... I am so not proud!

Sophie just wasn't feelin the love.

Finally, the bus arrived.

She could not wait to climb aboard!

Sophie wants soooo badly to get on that bus too ...

...but she had to settle for waving through the window.

(this pic seriously melts my heart!)

And then she was gone.

How long til she gets home?

Dear Sophie ...

My Darling Girl,

Today you are three ... and your mama's heart both soars and breaks at the same time. You are no longer a baby. Not even a toddler. Today, you are officially a preschooler.

I am over come with pride at the girl you are becoming each and every day, but that sweet baby that slept in my arms is further and further behind with each tick of the clock. I think, because you are my last baby, there will always be a part of me that wants you to remain a baby. But I know you must grow, so I guess I better get used to it.

Yesterday morning you came down the stairs and crawled into bed with daddy and me. You snuggled in close and put your little hand on my cheek and said "good morning mommy. I like your face". I giggled and said "I like YOUR face ... and today is the last day your face will be two." And then I cried all.day.long.

And, right before you went to bed, I took the very last pictures of you as a two year old baby...


(by the way, thank you for making my hair so pretty for these pictures!!)

But, today I was strong.

Strong as I put you in a new big girl car seat (a booster seat - you are SO proud!). Strong as I watched you walk into Sunday school, closing the door behind you - not even worrying about where I was. Strong as you hemmed and hawed while making the very difficult choice of where we would eat for your birthday lunch. And strong as I watched you chit chat with your friends and family at church, at someone else's birthday party (don't worry, yours is tomorrow) and at Aunt Weezer's house! And strong as I watched you CLIMB into the tree I that I had to hold you in for your ONE year old picture.

Oh my, how you have grown.

So, this morning, I took the very FIRST picture of you as a THREE year old!


And, then I set an alarm for 3:02pm ...
...so I could take pictures of you at the very MOMENT you officially turned three years old.

I just pointed my camera at you and started shooting.

I didn't want to pose you this time ...

...I wanted to just capture YOU ...

...being you.

Because YOU are the sweetest three year old girl I know.

Three years ago tonight, as I watched you sleep in my arms, I knew that what I had prayed for had been given. I knew that I would love you immensely. I knew that you would hold my heart in your hand and wrap me around your sweet little finger. And I knew that I would LOVE being your mommy.

But, my sweet, beautiful, funny, loving, precious, precious girl, I could never have imagined what a wild, wonderful ride life with you would be. You keep me on my toes, that is for sure. You have more energy than ANYONE I have ever known. You talk nonstop - even in your sleep! You dance like nobody's business. You sing at the top of your lungs. You hug harder and longer than I deserve. You say I love you of your own free will - often stopping what you are doing to come over and wrap your arms around my neck to tell me. You tease your sister without shame, but love her more than anything. And you UNDERSTAND her better than anyone else. You LOVE your little friends - especially Evy and Max. You have a fun and fabulous imagination. And you are so very fun to be around.

In short, my beautiful girl, you are one of my greatest joys.

Being your mommy has changed me in ways I could NEVER have imagined. YOU are my adventure.

I love you my little Bug. So, so, so much!

Happy birthday Baby Girl (can I still call you that?), thank you for being mine!
Love,
Your Mama

How Can It Be?

Three years ago I was planning.

Hattie had moved into her big girl bedroom and the nursery sat waiting. The bedding was freshly washed, diaper bins stocked, bottles cleaned, car seat installed and hearts expectant.

It was only a matter of days before the world changed forever.

And I had absolutely NO idea how much it was about to change.


On September 5, 2007, This little bundle of Heaven was placed in my waiting arms and my heart ... well my heart was no longer my own. It no longer belonged to JUST Hubby, Hattie, Steven and Chris. There was a new owner. And from the moment she looked up at me from the isolette where the nurse was cleaning her off, she knew just how to wrap me around her finger.



And now, here we are, mere days - hours, really - left of her toddlerhood.

How can it be that this ...



has so very quickly become this ...



My heart has never - and will never - be the same.

And I would not have it any other way.