Thursday, December 23, 2010


I can't remember the last time I've been so emotionally (yeah, I know I'm always emotional!) involved in the celebration of Christmas. Last years focus was our newborn baby, the year before that I cried the whole time. For years before that, I let other issues rain on my parade. This year, I have an amazing sense of peace. God is first in my life, and I can't help remember that He sent his Son to earth to save us!

The shopping is done, mostly everything is wrapped, and Mira and I are packing up to spend the day with my Sister and Niece baking cookies! I'm more excited about the company I'll be in rather then then job at hand!

Having a small child at Christmas time reminds me to slow down. We can't be every where all at once. There are other things more important than getting presents, like sleeping and eating and snuggling with family!

Mira is starting to walk, becoming more and more brave everyday. It's really funny to watch her take a few steps. Kinda like a Weeble, wobbling back and fourth. She also says "Thank you" all the time, reminding us sometimes to say thanks, even for the smallest things. Wow. Learning from a 1 year old.

I don't know if anyone even reads my blog, but Merry Christmas to you! May you all share the peace that has washed over me, and enjoy this holiday season for what it was meant for!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

"For you are fearfully and wonderfully made...." Psalms 139

On the day you were born, we were anxious and excited. We drove to Ohio to await your arrival.

On the day you were born, your birthmom invited us to the hospital. We hung out while she labored and got to know her and her friends.

On the day you were born, the emotions were brewing inside, masked by uncertainty and nerves of steel.

On the day you were born, distractions were welcomed. We laughed, we talked, we watched T.V. We prayed for a quick, painless delivery, and the safe arrival of a healthy baby.

On the day you were born, our families sat waiting hours away. For any bit of news, for any word of hope.

On the day you were born, the time was finally upon us. We sat in the waiting room, imagining what you would look like, and who you would grow up to be.

On the day you were born, we learned of your arrival. We saw the first picture and heard you were healthy. A huge sigh of relief, and butterflies in our tummies.

On the day you were born, we waited and waited. It seemed like forever, then finally, we were invited to see your sweet face.

On the day you were born, we were awestruck by your beauty, as your birthmom placed you in our arms for the very first time. The time seemed to stand still, as we looked at your sweet face. Watching your every move, amazed by your every breath.

On the day you were born, I'll never forget it. We spoke with your birthmom, and she told us the news. She loved you so much, that she wanted us to provide for you. She made the decision, to share you with us. So strong, and so beautiful, the words that she spoke.

On the day you were born, we were overwhelmed with God's grace. He gave us a baby, to raise in his name.

On the day you were born, it still wasn't final, but we loved you regardless of what the next few days would hold.

"On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, life will never be the same.

Because there had never been anyone like you.....ever in the world." ~Nancy Tillman

You are loved more than you will ever know.