Friday, July 25, 2008

July 25, 1981

My Mom tells me that it was a warm, sunny day much like today. She dropped Mauriah, Kirsten, and Jessica off at her parents house and met Doc Garver at the hospital. They broke her water and I arrived at 12:21 am. I was her biggest baby at 8 lbs. 1 oz and 22 1/2 inches long. The next morning, Doc released her early to go home, my Mom could no longer share the room and the air with her smoking roommate(!). She has always told me, I was her best baby- most content & easiest to please. I apologize I didn't make a longer run of that.
I am 27 years old today. Every year for the last 11 years, I've waited for my age to catch up with my life. In the world's eye, I may be still too young to be married, mothering 3 children, running a business, paying mortgages, ect. Some days I feel the world may be right about me. Do I have the wisdom, patience, or responsibility to raise beautiful children into beautiful, happy adults? Some days I feel I'm definately lacking.

I am 27 years old today. As I look at the last 11 years of my life, I can't believe how I've been blessed. I'm married to amazing Jace Baum, who went grocery shopping with 3 kids last night so he could make me breakfast at 6am this morning, who had my present overnighted and tipped our neighbor to wrap it pretty, and best of all - left his annual (and a bit inappropriate) hand written card, complete with drawings on the kitchen table. My family is healthy and happy and my six year old thinks I "rok". What more could a girl a want?

I am 27 years old today. My mom was 27 years old on this day 27 years ago. She was bringing home her 4th baby to meet her 3 other little girls. Her husband was busy running a construction company in a scary economy. Her mother was dying of lung cancer and would be buried just 6 months later, yards away from her front door. As I take in the view from my front door today, I am thinking of my Mom. I'm grateful for the life she gave me and the constant, steady, and at times entertaining example of faith, patience, and unconditional love. I'm so glad she is still just a phone call or 20 minute drive away.
By the way, when she called this morning to wish me happy birthday, she promised me she's not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm gonna hold you to that Mom.

Monday, July 7, 2008

June


Glad you are home, Mace.

Summer days = Grandma Mikey

Best Friends.

The days kept swinging by.

Sunshine in our hair.

Grass beneath our feet.

Laughter.

Frustration and Tears.


Heartache.

Cowboys.

Cowgirls.

Saddled up.

Please note: Our June days also brought strep throat, 2 bouts of the stomach flu, 1 tonsillectomy & adenoidectomy surgery, swim lessons, lunches at the park, FHE at the garden, BBQ's, house hunting, land searching, swimming at Addies's, and so forth. I pray July is a healthier and SLOWER month. I love summer.