some old photos of my now "big girl...

I was going through and organizing our millions of pictures and was so struck at how big my sweet Abigail has gotten. I mean, I know it in the day to day, that she is growing and changing each day..but to see pics from 2 years ago or so is just crazy.

so I thought I'd share a few gems with you.... :)
(and make her grandmothers cry a little too)

my sweet little beauty...

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transforming into a beautiful little "big girl"....

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I mean, wow, right? those eyes.

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enjoy... :)

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and now, my gorgeous girl at 3. She is my world!

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Y'all have a great day today.

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second child truth - so funny!

(some needed laughs for today...)

this may be an old commercial for some of y'all..but I just saw it the other night, and completely laughed out loud!
I was actually upstairs getting ready for bed when the hubbs called me down to watch this...
we both thought, "hmmmm, yep, thats about right."

can you relate? I sure can! :)




Y'all have a good day...and mamas, give yourselves an extra pat on the back today...you're doing a great job! :)

love.

the waves of my grief

In the trenches of grief is where I have found myself many times in these last 11 days
since losing my dad.

At least for this season of grief for me, it comes out of nowhere, and in different ways.
Like a wave that you did not see coming that sweeps you off your feet for a moment.

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It usually gets me most when I am driving. Or in the shower.
Those two places have always been the places where I process things emotionally.
So it's not been a surprise to me that while driving home from grocery shopping, or driving the girls to school, or taking a shower in the morning... the tears just start flowing out of nowhere.

Yesterday, i was on my way home from getting groceries with the girls, and the wave that hit me was a little different...it was more like a shock, rather than a sadness. Almost as if I had just been told that my Dad had died suddenly.
I found myself just saying "oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh" over and over.

The tears came a few minutes later... they flowed a little.
I probably could have sobbed to be honest, but I had the girls with me and didn't want to.
(learning how to grieve in front of little ones is going to be a whole new avenue of parenting I will learn. I have cried in front of Abigail more than a few times though all this...and she understands why. And I think thats good. But I also feel a responsibility to guard her little heart from too much sadness.)

Then the wave passed and I was okay, and got distracted by the things needed my attention...the groceries to unload, the diaper to change, the scraped chin that needed a Hello Kitty bandaid.

But then naptime came a few hours later, and the house was quiet. I really actually like quiet..I always have appreciated it. (even before I was a mother). I ate a little snack, and did a little laundry.
But I only got halfway through putting clean clothes away when another wave hit me.

This time it wasn't tears or shock..it was just an exhaustion that hit me.
Now, while I do have other things that would constitute me feeling so tired,
it's a different kind of tired that I cannot really explain.
It's a tired that I felt after we lost Parker's Dad, and after my miscarriage.
Not really where I want to go to sleep, but just that I have absolutely no energy to do one more thing.
I just have to sit.

And speaking of sleep. It's been really really hard for me.
My dreams are filled with dreams of my Dad's funeral, his last days, and the fear of experiencing other losses in my life.  I honestly have been dreading sleep this whole week.
I just got some over the counter sleeping medicine that the dr said I could take during this time in my life, so I am hopeful that will help.

I don't really know why I am sharing all this, except that maybe I did it during another "wave".
I grabbed the computer and started to write it out a little. That helps me.

I am honestly starting to not like the word "grief"...but I think that's probably just because I have heard it a lot in the last few weeks, and maybe even because of a little denial on my part that this is what I am going through right now.

Maybe you have been though loss, or are in the midst of grieving right now...I would love your thoughts or encouragement about this fresh stage of grief. I know there are the psychological "stages of grief", but I also know it is different for everyone.

So I am trying to give myself grace and space to do what I need to do, and feel what i need to feel.
I told Parker that I kindof wish I could just take a few days and do nothing but cry and get it all overwith. But I know that's not how this works. And I don't want it to, really.

Because losing my Dad will always, always be a hard thing for me. I will always miss him.

But I want to end with this...at the end of the day, at the end of all my crazy waves...

The one thing i DO know is that God is good.
And that my Dad is experiencing that goodness in ways I can only imagine.
And that I will see him again someday.
And that while I would give anything for him to still be here with us, I wouldn't ever take him away from the sweetness he is having in Heaven with Jesus right now.

So I will continue in the waves, and trust that God is holding me.

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thanks for being sweet friends to let me process this here...thanks for listening.

tents have been folded.

Someone called and read me this verse in the middle of my Dad's sickness.
It brought me much comfort, and continues to, knowing that the Lord was indeed folding my Dad's tent and putting it away...
but it has now been traded for a heavenly body.
A perfect, healthy, thriving, resurrection body.
Praise Jesus.

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"For we know that when these bodies of ours are taken down like tents and folded away, they will be replaced by resurrection bodies in heaven - God-made, not handmade - and we will never have to relocate our "tents" again.

Sometimes we can hardly wait to move - and so we cry out in frustration. Compared to what's coming, living conditions around here seem like a stopover in an unfurnished shack, and we are tired of it!

We have been given a glimpse of the real thing, our true home, our resurrection bodies!

The Spirit of God whets our appetite by giving us a taste of what's ahead. 
He puts a little of heaven in our hearts, so that we will never settle for less."

2 Corinthians 5:1-5

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May you remember today that as a child of God, this indeed is NOT our home.
So so thankful for that.