Looking back, I imagined this past weekend very differently than it actually turned out. Now that I am on the other side of it, I can see such sweetness weaved between the sadness.
Rad’s business partner and family came for the weekend to visit on their drive back home to NY. It had been a year since we had all seen each other and we were SOOOO looking forward to catching up, watching the kids grow their friendships, and filling our hearts with great conversation. But less than 12 hours after they arrived, Nikki and I were on a plane to NY together because there was a high chance she was miscarrying. My plans were to just fly with her there (because she hates planes and really who wants to be alone for this horrible experience) and then let her mother in law love on her from then on. Once we got to the airport, it was clear I wasn’t going to leave her side.
I realized in that moment how rare it is to get the chance to walk with someone in their suffering. Nikki and I have a sweet bond and this experience knitted our friendship even more. Oh how I have been on the other side of this miscarriage thing and it is a dark lonely suffering. In Isaiah 43 it says, “I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord your God.”
This weekend was hard, and sad, and mournful at loosing such precious life, and comforting, and amazing, and so very sweet. To watch her friends come around her, feed her soul and belly so many times. To watch them love her well was both humbling and oh so rare. To see the heart of her mother in law and mother come around her was special. Her sweet husband made the crazy long drive back with their 4 kids and they are all under one roof again. More hard parts will come and sadness will wash over them. But we both know we have a God who loves us, and goes before us, and draws us closer to Him in these hard hard times.
I left this (Sunday) morning as the sun rose over the tarmac (wearing the same clothes I left in on Friday), and was overwhelmingly thankful to have been a tiny part of God’s story.
I hope they are always friends!
This little one’s vocabulary is growing. If I am busy teaching she will often gently grab my face and turn it toward her and then chatter off something she wants. It’s so very cute. How can you not give in!
Mcree has been quite into drawing lately. He especially loves to write sweet letters to me (which almost always includes my portrait). Today he drew a picture of us together. It always makes me chuckle to see how he draws people. Love this sweet boy!
We met some new friends recently who love exploring wide open spaces as much as we do. It has been fun to get to know them through our little adventures. This family works teaching others about ecology of the ocean so it is always fun to learn new things about the maritime forest and all the animals that live in and around it.
They stretch me, and grow me, and love me oh so well. They challenge me, and push me to the end of myself, and forgive me when I fail. They give me purpose, and hope, and help me laugh when I would rather cry. They are passionate, and loud, and sweet, and oh so special. I am so very thankful for these two little people in my life. (This sweet photo was taken just before she dumped 50 brochures all over the front of the restaurant, or was told for the 10th time to sit herself down in her seat). So lovable even in the chaos!
Lots of camo and a little pink. That must be her tough smile. These boys are great together!
Perhaps I would be a better photographer if my kids would sit perfectly still and do exactly as commanded. The thought of that sounds magical but when I consider reality, most days I have to do some dance moves, screech a little louder, and maybe even tell a little fib just to get them to look my way. Lucky for me I sometimes have a little helper (aka Gress or Rad) that will go to all lengths to get a smile out of the subject. Life happens in my photos. Rarely are they ever what I imagine them to be but usually they are exactly what they should be.
And my extra helpful sidekick!
These make me laugh uncomfortably. And only because I figured you could use a laugh this week am I sharing them with you. Here are a few throw back Thursday photos of Rad and I. Looking at these now I know there is no doubt we were meant for each other!
Have you ever started something new and then thought, what have I gotten myself into? That’s how I felt about potty training Mabry. I was looking forward to getting her out of diapers but once I made the leap, the accidents and constant reminding were making me a little crazy. She is the youngest I have ever tried to potty train one of my kids but I thought surely girls are easier. Gress took months, Mcree took 24 hours, and well, now that I am on the other side of this (fingers crossed), I have to say this girl was quite opinionated at first and then has pretty much trained herself. I would get quite distracted and then remember yowza, this girl has underwear on while sitting ON THE COUCH and I would forget over and over to remind her to go potty….and then I hear this little voice say, “mommy, poo poo” (which apparently is her universal word for anything to do with the potty). She is doing great! No accidents in days and has dry diapers at night and nap time. Way to go Mabry! So proud of you!