A pinball machine …

Tennis. Home. Dance. Tennis. Dance. Food. Tennis. Home. Tennis. MORE food. And COFFEE. Good lord, MORE tennis. Food AGAIN. Home. BED.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you learned what it feels like to be a pinball machine!!!

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Giggles …

During the day our home can get VERY quiet with everyone gone. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to especially after having had four children. Kids come with a TON of noises! But there is one noise that has to be one of the cutest and sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. I look forward to hearing it after being in a silent home. It always puts a smile on my face and Reese is REALLY good at it!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you hear lots of giggles!!!

Making myself feel better …

I ALWAYS miss Sid and George when they are off at college, but Sunday mornings are worse. WAY WORSE. Our house is far more quiet than it normally is and there are less people to cook breakfast for. I guess it’s like that all week when they are gone, but Sunday, it all just seems to effect me more. BIG SIGH. It might sound silly, but when I feel down like this I drink my coffee out of one of the Northern California mugs that they have given me. It somehow makes me feel closer to them … and THAT makes me happy.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you make yourself feel better!!!

Sending a whole lotta love …

I am a little behind getting Sid and George’s college care packages in the mail this month. I like to get them out around the first of the month but that didn’t happen. I have always made Sid’s college care packages but last year I found a company that provided a year full of care packages and they handled EVERYTHING! So I decided to give them a try for George. They sent out GREAT baskets full of treats that were scheduled for delivery about once a month. They hit all the major stuff too, with a welcome box, holiday boxes, finals boxes and even one that got sent “out of the blue”. Each was delivered with a handwritten card that I submitted with my order. I loved the idea! And I really thought the cost was reasonable. But here’s the kicker … while I have absolutely no complaints about the company itself, I still HATED IT! I missed sending personalized packages so much! So this year I am back to making them all myself. And I’m loving it! Today I completed almost three months of care packages, minus the perishable foods, plus a special treat for midterms and finals. I am on a roll! And although my packages aren’t going to be as timely or as elaborate as the ones I can order, they are going to be sent with something that I think is going to make them much better.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you send a whole lotta love!!!

Faith, love and miracles …

Despite posting these words every year they still bring me to tears. Happy tears. Tears that warriors cry after winning a long battle. I don’t think I will ever be able to change how I tell this story. To do so would be an injustice to her and to me. And to all of our family and friends who stood by us then and who continue to walk through this life with us now. This story is about our beginning together. The story that we all fought so hard to tell. It is a story about faith, love … and miracles.

When I was about 11 weeks pregnant we were told that she did not look quite so “typical” … I didn’t care. I loved our baby. And I prayed.

A few weeks later we were told, that not only was our baby “not typical”, but that there was a chance I would be delivering her stillborn. I wanted our baby even more fiercely than I had before. And I prayed.

Several weeks later, we almost lost our baby … to which I screamed an angry and adamant “NO!” And I prayed.

A month later we were told that our baby had a “very large hole in her heart” … to which I said, “I don’t believe you.“ And I prayed.

Two months later we were told, “Your baby is small” … to which I laughed and said, “Of all the things that you have told us, this seems pretty manageable.” And I prayed.

Two weeks later, on what was supposed to be a brief doctor’s visit before we headed to our local water park, we were told that our baby was not growing, that she was too small and that she was not acting the way that she should be. We were told that I would be given another amniocentesis to see if her lungs were developed. If they were, my doctor wanted to take her right away. I felt like my body was failing her. And I prayed.

My doctor gave me a drug to speed up our baby’s lung development. The results of the amniocentesis were not what we had hoped for. My doctor told us that our baby’s lungs were not developed, our baby could not breath on her own. Now we had a team of medical professionals. They hoped nothing would go wrong for the next 48 hours so that the steroid they had given me would have time to help our baby’s lungs grow … to which I said, “OK”. And I prayed.

Less than 24 hours later I had a hospital room full of people wearing blue. They were running around and pumping my body full of fluids and drugs. We were told that we could no longer wait. We were told that our baby would not be breathing and that she would be very small and weak … to which I cried in her father’s arms and said, “I’m scared.” And I prayed.

Minutes later I was strapped to a table. I had refused anything that would alter my mental state. I wanted to be there for our baby. It took a long time to get her out. I was told that she was so small that she kept slipping through the doctor’s hands. I kept screaming, “Is she out?!?!” And I prayed.

Then, I heard a cry … to which I thought, “That is a loud cry for a baby who is supposed to be weak, small and not breathing.” And I prayed.

A few minutes later our baby was brought over to me, warmly swaddled, pink as could be, breathing all on her own and with no hole in her heart. (Sure, she had some extra chromosomes, but who cares about that?) And when I saw her I thought, “You are my miracle and I love you.” And then, I praised God for our beautiful daughter.

Nine years ago today, through God’s amazing grace, Reese Lindsey Grace Henry was born by emergency cesarean section. She was 6 weeks early. She weighed 2lbs 15oz and was 15 ½ inches long. My world has not been quite the same since that day … and I would have it no other way.

Happy 9th Birthday to my precious miracle! Reesey Roo you are my JOY, the smile on my face and my WHY! Mommy loves you and all of your extra parts 💕

Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate a miracle … and always remember to pray!!!

Feeling happy …

I am pretty sure our birthday kicked-off weekend has been a success. Libs and Reese have had a lot of fun. We have a few more things planned for today and then we will be heading home. Libs mentioned yesterday that she wants to do this every Labor Day weekend until she graduates. I quickly realized, that means ONE MORE YEAR. Talk about a flood of emotions rolling in! I can’t seem to ever wrap my head around how quickly time passes. After raising two children to adulthood (and now almost a third), you’d think I would have a handle on it by now. NOPE. Anyway, passing through our days can often seem LONG. Our challenges NEVER seem to end. And there is ALWAYS something to do. But when I look back on all of it, I can truly only see the beauty in it. I can’t help but feel blessed to have had the privilege of raising these incredible souls. And despite the struggle I often feel of “letting them go”, when I look back on the life we have shared together, I find myself overwhelmed by one feeling.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel HAPPY!!!

Raring to go …

We had a long day and a late night yesterday. ALL GOOD! We are kicking off September with some traveling fun for Libs and Reese, who’s birthdays are just around the corner. I’ve decorated our suite for the occasion too. We have traveled enough around holidays and special events that this has become my “thing”. My family things I’m a little kooky for doing it, but I love it! I enjoy decorating even when we aren’t at home because it makes it even more festive! Despite being up late I found myself awake insanely early agin. I am above and beyond excited to start our day … but everyone is still asleep. Ugh!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are raring to go!!!