Memories
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Take time
Today, I encourage you to take time… to remember… to tell your story… relive memories… pull out old photos, letters, artwork, videos, and just sit, and think of how grateful you are for those moments. My heart today would like to share with you, more of the miracles, moments, and memories of becoming Lucy’s Mommy! I look back on the 30 years of life I had before her arrival, and I am in awe of the amazing preparation/work God had been doing in and around me! Some examples being: Knowing and growing up the medical life and community, advocating, knowing the truth about “never happens.” Also, I had the honor…
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this little one calls me Mommy…
I left you hanging on the last post, that there would be one more “little” to come… (for such a time as this :)) There are two things I want to define before I embark on this incredible journey today, “miracles” and what I tend to refer to as “never happens.” Miracles, definition by a ragamuffin (me): when i use the word “miracle,” every person is a miracle. The fact that God knits us together and created a space for us to grow for 9 months, safely, is a miracle! There are miracles happening everyday, every moment, you just have to open your eyes to them. They don’t have to…
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Life. Snapshots Part 2
Welcome back! There is a running joke when it comes to my family and the trips we take, and the predicaments we find ourselves in. Needless to say, nobody wants to take trips with us after they hear our history. So to continue the snapshots, I am going to share a few of these trips that have been life-changing, while also being memory makers. (also they both can be searched and there are plenty of articles on both) Snapshot Trip 1: Spring Break April 1998. Nashville, TN. For the record, one of my favorite places to visit! (I went back for my “senior trip” with my parents 🙂 Anyways, we…
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Flashback Snapshots
Photos… home videos… recordings… handwritten notes… these things mean a lot when the people in them, who have written them, made them are with us. The magnitude of what they mean when we no longer have these people physically with us, is a heart-exploding emotion. Do you agree? I tend to be the reflective, love of family history, love of history in general kinda girl. I’ve been told I am an old soul, and I can see that. I can find myself surrounded by black and white slides, vhs and cassette tapes, listening to George Beverly Shea. I find comfort in home videos, and I believe this is because of…
