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Yeah, That’s My Son!



(I have no idea what that light is above his head, but does it not look like a little Leprechaun crown?  The Prince of Cute – that’s my boy!)

The cutest ringbearer EVER, don’t ya think?  (Okay, technically they didn’t actually trust him with the ring, but he still got to walk the aisle and get his name in the program.)

My beautiful step-daughter’s wedding was on Saturday, and Noah, along with my 6 other kiddos and one other step-daughter were all in the wedding.  Man, talk about a good photo op!

A little disclaimer here – My other kiddos are really as equally adorable, but the only way dear hubby of mine agreed to let me post pics of Noah on the Internet was if I promised for safety’s sake not to post pics of anybody else in our family.  (And he is right, the Internet is a scary place, but after doing a risk/benefit analysis, we decided the world needed proof of just how awesome little boys with Down syndrome can be.)  So as much as I’d like to, I just can’t.

The wedding was amazing, my step-daughter was gorgeous and so very gracious and sensitive to everyone attending.

I usually can’t stop crying at weddings.  I’m not exactly sure why – it seems to be a mixture of seeing the beautiful and hopeful bride, watching her take her last walk as a single woman with her father, realizing this is the day she’s waited her whole life for, and knowing just how many times a woman’s heart breaks during the lifetime of a marriage.  I know, I’m morbid like that.

Although the tears fell on Saturday, they were brief – beginning as I walked escorted down the aisle after her grandparents, watching my children dressed in their Sunday best precede the bride, seeing the bride for the first time in her dress and realizing that this was truly the first day of the rest of her life, watching my hubby struggle to hold his emotions in check as he turned her over to her husband to be.  But the tears for the heartbreaks, they did not come.  I’ve watched her and her new husband, and I’m quite sure that they have already figured out how to, as Trinity says, compromise with each other without compromising themselves.   They so completely and totally want the best for each other.  I want to be like that when I grow up.

Fireflies, Verbena and White Flower Blessings

It’s official.  After 10 days of missed deadlines by our mortgage company, we finally closed on our house.

Andrew and his friend have been slaving away getting it ready for flooring and painting not to mention ripping out the oven, range and kitchen island.

We bought an outdated house with dear hubby promising to make it mostly beautiful by the time we move in.

It’s looking a little scary right now.

Gaping hole where the oven used to be.

Carpet gone – plywood in its place.

Holes in the sheetrock.

I’m starting to think outdated would have been okay.


I’ve been trying to stay away so the men can get the work done without my six little helpers in the way.  But I wind up there around dinner time every night – I mean, they have to eat, right?

Yesterday I was there and was delighted to see verbena growing.  Our current house that we have been renting for the last seven years grows blankets of verbena every year, and I just love it.  Our current house will forever be our verbena home, but it will be a nice reminder to have it at our new house too.


And today a wonderful surprise.  Between yesterday and today about 40 beautiful white flowers have bloomed.  It is amazing what God can accomplish in 24 hours!

I love those white flowers.  Some years ago I lived in the town we’re moving back to, and I fell in love with the white flowers I saw growing in the fields.  I never knew what they were, and they never bloomed in the neighborhood I lived in.  But our new house has them in droves.


And then as I was serving dinner, Andres ran up with a bug exclaiming “fireflies, fireflies!”  I hadn’t seen fireflies in years.  For some reason even though we live out in the country, the area of our current home doesn’t have fireflies.  But our new house does.  They danced and entertained us through dinner tonight.


To have a home to call our own after seven long years of renting.


To have so many little ones to fill the rooms with.


To have pastures and gardens and a creek to explore.


Job 1:21 – “He said, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb, And naked I shall return there.
The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD.'”

I feel like I have lived through the latter part of this verse.  Pretty big disappointments in the last few years.  But this house is the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.  The Lord has given.  And yet, even this house and what it represents to me would mean very little without my marriage and my children.  And those things He gave a long time ago and sustained even through the disappointments.  Today I rejoice.

Stay tuned for more adventures and more rejoicing from the heart of the Texas Hill Country.



How Bad is it?

Perspective is a funny thing.  Very rarely am I universally wrong; it’s just I’m obsessing on details or not paying attention to the big picture.  So I start feeling helpless and start feeling hopeless.  On the down side of things, it could be that my children are behaving badly – why is it sometimes that just absolutely rocks my world?  My kids, my beautiful, energetic, sensitive, selfish, demanding kids can absolutely throw me into a tizzy just by having one argument or one complaint too many.  And then I start asking the big questions:  What am I doing?  How could things possibly have gotten so bad without me noticing?  Does the fact that I give my everything to my family even matter in the big picture?  Will they still be fighting when they’re 20?  40?

Am I really giving my everything?  Could I be giving more?

I blog – that’s not for my family.  (Well, in a round-about way it is – writing is cheaper than therapy – and I don’t have to hire a babysitter).

And what about all that time I spend on Pinterest?  That’s all about me, not them.

So, like, is that okay that I don’t really give my everything to my family?

I just give them my most everything.

Am I doing enough?  Am I enough?

Almost every stinkin morning when I wake up I think to myself, “I’m going to spend some quality time with the Middles today – I’ll read to them or craft with them, or heck, maybe we’ll even bake some cookies.”

And then lunch comes, and with all the quantity time I spend with them, there’s just not enough time – or enough me – for quality time.

Then all I want to do is be alone for a while.

How bad is that?  Understandable but terrible?  I say I want to homeschool, I say I want to be home with my kids, but once the Littles are down for their naps, I want to be alone?

I wonder if they know.

How bad would that be?

In my Mary Poppins fantasy, I am a delightful mother all morning long with the kiddos.  After lunch I tuck everyone in for their quiet time and I sneak off for mine.  Exactly one hour later I emerge from my bedroom all smiles and delightful once again, and we enjoy every moment of the next four hours together.

In reality, I spend a lot of that first hour telling Noah to get back in bed and reminding my Middles it’s quiet time.  At the end of the quiet time hour, I’m still engrossed in whatever internet project I’m working on, trying to unstress from the stressful quiet time hour.

Do you ever think to yourself, “It shouldn’t be this hard”?

I do.

And I used to scoff at the idea that the average child asks something like 400 questions a day.  Keep in mind, I still have six kiddos at home.  And the 3-year-old just started this morning with the unending questions, you know, the ones where one question leads to another question which leads to another question.  The ones where you think your child is purposefully trying to drive you out of your mind (seriously, he is!)

I don’t scoff any more.

Tomorrow is Thursday.

I hope it’s a good day.