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.
So glad that Maggie & Kacia listened to the prompting and started this! I anticipate a big harvest.
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.
