Lydia is missing an arm, but what a cute expression, and Brett isn't poking her...
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
our last three weeks in pictures
So, Grandpa Ardy has not gotten to meet Lydia yet, and he wants to see pictures, other than of her screaming! The last 3 weeks have been a bit of a fog, but here we go with some random snapshots:
Getting a nice Christmas photo of the kids together was futile a task.
Santa came to visit Culver's, so we went for some ice cream!
Brett was a little reluctant.
Decorating the tree!
Harambee Village Christmas Celebration
Getting a nice Christmas photo of the kids together was futile a task.Santa came to visit Culver's, so we went for some ice cream!
Brett was a little reluctant.Decorating the tree!Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Christmas reflection
One year ago today, we met our son.
It was on December 14th that we were made aware of a little 12 day old baby boy in Georgia in need of a Christmas miracle -a family. We, too, were praying for a Christmas miracle. I remember last year as we were putting up the Christmas tree, unaware of this baby boy God was working to unite with his forever family, tearfully turning to Bryan and saying, "I don't want to put this tree up another year without the clamoring of a child at our ankles."
A couple nights ago, I was sitting on the couch nursing Lydia. Brett was sitting on his daddy's lap, relishing his bedtime bottle. "Would you ever have guessed in your wildest dreams our life would be like this a year ago?" I said to Bryan. "Never", he responded.
We still don't have our tree up this year. Presents are not wrapped. A pile of cards are sitting on the table waiting to be addressed. And not a single cookie has been baked. But we have a child at our ankles and a bonus one in our arms (constantly...).
I think my friend, Joy, said it best in their Christmas letter... "I'm so exhausted, but aren't we blessed?"
It was on December 14th that we were made aware of a little 12 day old baby boy in Georgia in need of a Christmas miracle -a family. We, too, were praying for a Christmas miracle. I remember last year as we were putting up the Christmas tree, unaware of this baby boy God was working to unite with his forever family, tearfully turning to Bryan and saying, "I don't want to put this tree up another year without the clamoring of a child at our ankles."
A couple nights ago, I was sitting on the couch nursing Lydia. Brett was sitting on his daddy's lap, relishing his bedtime bottle. "Would you ever have guessed in your wildest dreams our life would be like this a year ago?" I said to Bryan. "Never", he responded.
We still don't have our tree up this year. Presents are not wrapped. A pile of cards are sitting on the table waiting to be addressed. And not a single cookie has been baked. But we have a child at our ankles and a bonus one in our arms (constantly...).
I think my friend, Joy, said it best in their Christmas letter... "I'm so exhausted, but aren't we blessed?"
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
lydia mary
Lydia Mary is Lydia June's great-grandmother. She lived a full life and went to spend eternity in heaven five years ago. Grandma left behind a legacy of living out her faith through passion and serving. Not only did she faithfully and passionately serve her family, but also her God through what I call "life as ministry". In her younger years she was a teacher. She served her family as a busy farmer's wife, always with a full meal on the table for anyone and everyone who happened to pull up a chair. She taught Sunday school on the reservations of South Dakota, and her and Grandpa were foster parents to many troubled teens. She generously gave her time and resources to those in need, even teaching a young adult Sunday school class when she was well into her 80's.
And who was she to me? She was the kind of woman I strive to be. And she was the one I could count on to spoil me with special sugary treats. She taught me how to drive on the country roads of South Dakota when I was fourteen. She was a fierce competitor when it came to board games-or anything else. And she was the one to ask, "But is there chemistry?" when I told her about the current boy in my life.
I'm glad she met my "current boy" and gave her approval before she died. I think she knew immediately Bryan was The One. I'm sad that Brett and Lydia June don't get to know her, and that she doesn't get to know me as a mom. But I hope that I can somehow pass on my grandma and all that I love about her to my children.
Monday, December 8, 2008
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