Dear Birthmother {Mother’s Day}

that SMILE!

that SMILE!

I really wanted to sleep in and of course he’d wake up 30 minutes earlier.

My first Mother’s Day happened yesterday.

A year ago I dreaded going to church that day but I went anyway. I got a card with a chocolate offered to me at the entrance of the church by the greeter. Part of me wanted to chuck it back at them (since we’re being honest) and say that I wasn’t a mother and part of me crumbled at the reminder that I could’ve been one. Later that day I remember trying to cheer myself up. Telling myself that I was a mama. That my baby was somewhere and that I’d meet him/her soon. Two weeks later we get the news of Baby Boy R and less than a week later Baby Boy R is matched with us.

Being a mom to such a sweet boy has been a tremendous blessing. Sometimes I forget how great this blessing is because I get caught up in the moment of insane motherhood in the endless abyss of house work, baby drool and hair pulling.

I was getting ready for church yesterday, reflecting on this special day, and I was taken back by the thought of his birth mom. My heart ached in different levels that morning. It ached for my friends that were still waiting for their baby. For those who mourned the loss of a baby. And then… for his birth mom. While I have many questions for her and about her, I can only imagine what yesterday meant for her.

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Dear Birthmom,

You have no idea how grateful I am for you. Yesterday I was able to celebrate my first Mother’s Day. I held Lucas tighter than usual because it felt too good to be true. While he made everyone in church laugh with his sweet “dadada” words resounding off the walls during service, my heart overflowed with joy that this little guy was in our lives to brighten and enrich them for the better. I can’t imagine what you may have felt this day. Whether you enjoyed your day with your other little’s in your life or if you thought about Lucas. I pray for you. I love you. I wish you’d know just how much you mean to me. I know the circumstances weren’t ideal when he was born and I could only imagine that if things we different last year, you would have fought for him. Lucas will always know how much you love him. And when he’s old enough to understand, know that you will be celebrated right along side me on Mother’s Day. My heart bursts at the seams in gratefulness for bringing such a beautiful baby into our lives. Thank you for everything. Happy Mother’s Day.

xoxo’s

Through The Potter’s Hands (again)

“Why do I have to go through yet ANOTHER trail?” I cried to my friend on the phone while talking to her about some of life’s recent strike against me.

She then said “because you are strong”. Of course, me, strong. I went on about telling her how unfair it felt; how life has always been hard and that I had really expected this part of life to be easier. From a rough childhood, to military, infertility, adoption, etc etc etc… this specific (non-specific) part of life was just supposed to be well… less harder at least.

I realized that as much as I ignore complimentary words like “strong” that there was some truth in them.

I am strong. I am victorious. I am beautiful.

For a while now, those words weren’t allowed to have value in my life because God wasn’t at the center of my life. Hearing that I am strong, victorious, or even beautiful wasn’t received in my heart. I realized that my true strength, beauty, confidence, and courage all came from the Lord and that by me not having Him as my center was throwing my identity out the door.

Without God as the center we find ourselves often dragged down by anything- We feel off center, weary, with a lack of confidence and peace. Words that can be used to uplift us end up hitting the barrier we have set in front of us to avoid getting hurt.

These few days have been prayerful, quiet, and continuously longing for His peace and direction. As much as I may not want to go through YET another trial, I am ready because through all of my past trials, I’ve realized that they’ve been all for His glory.

At the end of my life, I want to make sure my life was lived to honor and glorify God and if it’s at the expense of this part of my life, then so be it.

He’s the potter and I’m the clay.

{my prayer for you today is that you may receive words of encouragement from others that can potentially nourish your heart. may your heart be willing to go through the Potter’s hands over and over again as long as He keeps using us.}

Calling All Milspouses- PCSing, DITY, TMO, and Insanity

How I’m Feeling right now

A cup of coffee.

Mumford & Sons.

And my cute baby on my lap as I type this.

While there’s momentary peace, PCSing is still lingering all over this home. One month and some change left. Am I nervous? Yes. Am I scared? I’m not going to lie, a little. Am I sad? A tad. Am I stressed? OH BOY, I am. Now that I basically self assessed myself on my blog for everyone to read, I’m calling all military spouses for HELP!

DITY VS TMO.

Pro’s? Con’s? Which outweighs them all? Is partial DITY a possibility in the USMC and what is it specifically? How early can TMO come to your place and pack you up? How early does it arrive at your new location?

Here’s a little info on our PCS- Fort Gordon, GA (Augusta area), First PCS as a family but husband’s second PCS. Will be PCSing a baby and a dog. First time in the South for this Californian. June. AHHH.

So milspouse’s, kindly weigh in with your experiences! Share this with your milspouse friends and beg them (or bribe them, whatever) to weigh in. And please share your survival guide!

Cannot wait to get this all moving along so that we can enjoy some Southern hospitality and maybe even some sweet tea!

Seize the Day

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Slow down, little one, slow down.

Busy body. Fast crawler. Sweaty toes. It all happens too fast.

In no time he will be walking, climbing those stairs, and running fast. I just pray he desires to run to me rather than away.

With you, I’ve learned about a deeper level of love. One so jealous and strong and unconditional. Little one, slow down a bit, will ya? Because your sweet smile, your little toes, and your scent just make my day brighter.

He won’t slow down but I have. I’ve been given this precious miracle and I’m enjoying every minute of him.

Seize the day.

Dress United

Hi guys! So a few weeks ago Dress United.Com contacted me and gave me the chance to try out one of their products and share my review with you guys.

Let me tell you a little about www.DressUnited.Com- they are a awesome reasonably priced custom T-shirt, sweatshirts and hoodies website that makes customizing your product easy as pie (or cake). I mean E-Z! I’m not your creative graphic designer blogger so my creative imagination when it comes to design is limited but designing my hoodie was a breeze.

You start with choosing what you want to design- sweater, t-shirt, hoodie.

Then you choose your color (or you can choose that later, it’s no biggie).

You add your text. Add some art- you can even upload a picture! Choose your size. And Voila, you’re ready to order your awesome apparel.

My experience was easy and actually quite fun.

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Here’s my hoodie.

Black, teal heart, and most importantly my favorite text- Adopt: Love Wins.

I was surprised how fast it had arrived. I believe I ordered it on a Monday afternoon and it arrived on Friday.

So guess what? Dress United has been generous enough to give all of my readers a 30% off their order! Just type in BLOG30OFF4U when you check out!

And if you’d like to copy my hoodie design, please feel free to do so! Just let me know if you do!