Oh hey, what’s up. This is just the crazy I-can-see-you-back-there-so-stop-pestering-your-sister mirror in our new-to-us minivan.
I turned 36 yesterday. That means that I have been writing online on since I was 24. (That’s a lot of life, y’all.)
Today we spent the day at a local lake with several of our favorite friend-families, and I left my phone in my bag, which means I have basically no pictures, but also means that I was disconnected and present. Good stuff.
But thankfully I did manage to take this one. Dad life.
Are you part of the #SheReadsTruth community? I hope so. It’s been such a boost to my daily Bible-reading time, and I love to flip through Instagram and view what other woman have journaled that day. Truly edifying.
Thank you for the well wishes as we start the adoption process again. It’s so much different this time around already; mostly because we’re different.
It’s hard to remember a time when I didn’t even dare to hope that we’d be parents. Hard to remember a time I corrected my mother every time she referred to our third bedroom as “the nursery.” (Which it became only seven months later.)
In June 2009, when I got pregnant, we started car shopping. But then we lost that baby and when it came time to actually purchase a car, I told Aaron that I wanted to drive something that I’d drive even if there was never a car seat in the back. I’d seen that poor woman on Oprah; the one who bought the minivan and five years later was still childless.
But yesterday when we became part of the swagger wagon demographic, I had no fear that we’d jinx our hopes for a second child. I don’t know the future, and I don’t dare to guess what God is up to, but my faith is bigger now, and I know that He is up to something. So I’m gonna get ready.