Tuesday, May 26, 2009

New Aspenisms

While reading her alphabet book, Daddy paused and said "And Aspen starts with an 'a'. And Daddy starts with a 'd'. And Mommy starts with a 'm'"!
Aspen thought for a minute and said "Yeah, and Lola starts with a '4'!


Last weekend we were getting ready to go out on the boat and Aspen came up to me and said "Big girls do not poop in the boat."


We passed an older couple holding hands while walking down the path. Aspen said hi to them. After they passed, she said "they're so cute!"


Refridgerator: Frigalater

Bubblegum: Gubblegum

Pancakes: Panpakes

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

There are moments...

that happen every now and then that I will relive over and over again in my mind. Yesterday Aspen was sitting in my lap. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder and looked up at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes. Her sweet little voice whispered, "Mommy, you are my best friend."

sniff, sniff

Monday, May 18, 2009

My boyfriend's song & sweatshirt

There was a night not too long ago, where we went out for the evening with some friends. We were out of town at the coast and went to dinner and a concert and then did a little karaoke-ing. My boyfriend got up there and sang "Good morning beautiful," by Steve Holy. Part way through the song, he came over to our table and sang to me. A little cheesy? Perhaps. Totally soaked it up? I did.

After our fun night out, we went back to our rental house and some of us got in the hot tub. My boyfriend stayed upstairs in case my daughter woke up. Without meaning to, my friend and I stayed up chatting until 3 am. Oops.

Once we finally broke ourselves away from our continual conversation, I snuck in to my room and checked on my daughter, who was fast asleep with her arms behind her head. I realized I was freezing, and frantically looked around for my sweatshirt. It was too dark and the only sweatshirt I could find belonged to my boyfriend. I hurriedly put in on and jumped under the covers. Still cold, I put the hood up over my head and giggled at how silly I must look. Then I inhaled deeply. His sweatshirt smelled like him, his cologne, his deoderant, him. My heart flip-flopped a bit and I realized I was smiling. I was completely twitterpated with my boyfriend.
Twitterpated: to be completely enamoured with someone; the flighty, exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.

Funny how a love song and a sweatshirt had that effect on me in the middle of the night...but it did. My boyfriend had me downright twitterpated without even knowing it. I rolled over and looked at him, sleeping deeply with his arms behind his head. I snuggled next to him because he's my boyfriend...

...and I'm so glad he married me.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

To Aspen, who changed everything... Happy Birthday

Before you were conceived I wanted you
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were an hour old I would die for you
This is the miracle of a mother's love
(-Maureen Hawkins)

The day your daddy saw the positive pregnancy test and shouted for me to come look was the day our whole world changed.

You see, we had a deep ache for a child, and God, in His unfathomable grace, gave us you.

Tears freely flow because I still can't believe we are celebrating the birthday of our big 3 year old. For years I never thought I'd have a child to celebrate birthdays with. And then there was you. Thank God there was you.

I had a pregnancy. I have a birth story. I got to experience the joy of nursing. I experienced the phenomenon of being more tired than I ever have been in my whole life, yet being so completely peaceful in my heart. I know what it's like to be a mommy, because of you.

Midnight moonlight
Shining through the curtain lace
Paints a perfect picture
On your perfect face
My sweet Aspen sleeping in my arms
You are the promise I knew God would keep
You are the gift that makes my world complete

And you'll never know how much I love you
But I'll keep telling you my whole life through
Now I believe in miracles
and you're the reason why
So dream on while I sing you
Aspen's lullaby
(-original by Reba McIntyre)

Baby girl, you will never understand how much your conception and existence has transformed everything we know about ourselves, about each other, about life in general and about the Lord Himself.

We would have waited 100 years for you.

Happy birthday sweetheart.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Mother's Day, for "reel"

We have some pretty great moms!

Kelly's mom (with sweet baby Joey)

My mommy (and me)


Mother's Day 2009

Yes we are matching! He he he :)

We have had a small fishing boat for a few years now. I told Kelly a few weeks ago that I would like to fish with him more and that I wanted my own fishing pole. So Aspen and daddy got me a pink fishing pole, a purple lure, and a cute baseball hat that says "It's my boat, I just let him drive." Perfect! This does not mean however, that I am ready to take the hook out of the fish's mouth. Ick.

Just for fun, Mother's Day 2008
We drove up to Mt. Bachelor
(look how little Aspen is!)

Hope all you moms had a special day!

Monday, May 4, 2009

She's just not feeling well. At all.

Please pray for my mom. She has had a rough couple of days. She's struggling with pain and the Dr. is trying some new med. combos to help with it. She's also nauseous, and just plain feeling yucky.

She's not sleeping well either. Even though she's groggy from the meds, she can't get comfortable. And we all know that DEEP sleep is key for the body to heal itself. I remember how awful it was after my c-section to try to get comfortable at night and you can only sleep in one position, and mom's surgery was much more invasive. (I'm still usually uncomfortable at night, but not from major surgery!)

I hate seeing her in pain. I know it's just a season that will be over in a few months, but she's hurting. Please pray.

Thank you friends.