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Brielle is Nine!

Gabrielle Elise Grace! You are nine! You are a sight to behold. Literally. You are the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen and it doesn’t stop at skin deep. Brielle, the quality of your spirit and heart are a thing I aspire to. You have a kind word for everyone. You love others around you in a way that is a gift to them and me. Your constant support “Mommy, I’m proud of you.” on a regular basis...

Michael is Six!

This moment. I will always remember this moment like I’m standing right there. Looking at you. Watching you. You flying around the basketball court on your scooter; riding determinedly and speedily. “Watch Mama, watch!!” And me, watching. Watching your sturdy little leg push against the ground; sending you gliding forward. Watching your little frame move across the horizon.  I remember a similar moment with Brielle. She was only a few months old, and we were at a wedding reception. I remember...

My Girl Is Eight!

My big girl. I remember when you were little I used to wonder who you would be when you grew up… What would your personality be like? What would you look like? What would make your eyes light up? Who would you be? Now I see a stunning, creative, encouraging, kind, joyful, thoughtful, smart girl. And I am amazed. Brielle you wake up with urgency. It’s time to work! Of course your “work” is play. You get out every craft you...

Cheers, Melbourne!

Last night I found myself looking through all of our Australia pictures, already reminiscing. That is a sure sign that this adventure is about to become a memory. And what an adventure it has been. We have been in Melbourne, 10,000 miles away from our family and friends, for one third of a year. How is that even possible? I had no idea what to expect of my family during this time. Would we implode? Would we burst at the...

Eustace – Bracing Myself For All The “Firsts”

He is gone. And now I’m bracing myself for all the “firsts.” The first morning I sip my coffee and read my Bible with no purring kitty on my lap. The first evening I hear thunder and look out the sliding glass doors and he isn’t there, sitting on the mat. No little grey face looking back at me saying “let me in NOW.” The first time I sweep the floor and feel anything but indifference to the little tufts...