Saturday, April 28, 2012

March of Dimes 2012

My family has an incredible group of friends that come and walk with us each year in the March of Dimes walk.  This year I was disappointed with myself because I had so many things going with the adoption, Noah's graduation, and work, that I wasn't truly able to put as much time into it as I normally do.  This is one of the biggest things that I get to do for Magdalena, and I truly felt like I failed.  It might not have been obvious to everyone, but I could tell.  But this year was one of my favorite years because I sat back to think on the day I realized that everyone came to support us and they made it so clear.  Yes, everyone agrees with the March of Dimes and the work they do, but they come to the walk to show us the greatest form of love.  Those that wanted to come and couldn't sent a text.  And this wasn't just for Noah and me, but friends of other members came for them too.  To all of you I am extremely humbled today.  Thank you for picking up the pieces and running with it this year, my sweet and amazing friends.  I couldn't have done it without you.

Things that may seem like they are just a small act of kindness can truly remind a grieving mom of true hope.  Can't thank you enough!

Baby - Thank you for being the muscle man and moving everything around and setting up the tents.  You are continually my major support on these days.

Dad - Thank you for using this as your Saturday off from work every year.  Your commitment keeps pressing forward in our mission to help more babies be born healthy.

Mom - Thank you for watching Walt the night before and throughout the event.  It eases my mind and let's me focus on being there.

Derek - Thank you for filling Grandmom's spot this year for us.  It got me choked up when we realized that none were there to sit with the purses.

Jennifer - You rocked taking some pictures!  I love seeing what I missed!

Lori - Thank you for always getting the word out there that shirts are for sale so that people don't forget about us!

Kim - Thank you for driving in from out of town pregnant to do this with me. You are an amazing friend to me, and I treasure the time we get together.

Loryn,  How is it possible that you beat me by $1?  You totally rocked this year getting those donations!  Thank you for all of the work that you put into raising money!  Thank you for your constant friendship.

April and family - thank you for walking in California as an extension of our team!  It was great to see your pictures, and it meant so much to see those orange shirts at another walk!

Lindsey and Chris -   Thank you for driving in from out of town to be there, and thank you for blowing up balloons, moving tables around, and helping me fight the wind from blowing off my papers.  Love you my sweet friends.

Laura - Thank you for always helping me do this.  The tents make it possible.  We wouldn't have this cool set up without you!

Hannah - Thank you for coming and recruiting members! We were so glad that you were there!

Keri and Judy - Thank you for coming, walking, and supporting us!

Katie, Daniel, and family - Words can't describe.  Thank you for bringing your kids too.

Danica -  Three years ago I met you as we branched out to another team.  Thank you for continuing to come and walk with us.

LaDonna - I love that your daughter walked as a part of our team instead of the hospital's.  We were so glad to have her!

Ms. Doris and Libby - I am so glad that you came this year, and it is always good to catch up with you!  Thank you for making this a part of your lives.

Ms. P - Your faithfulness to our family shows how much we truly are related!

Angel - Two years in a row!  Hope to make it three for you!

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Something to Remember

Tonight was a sweet time of hearing the words of our husbands through letters.  It is a tradition that the graduating class write these letters to the wives.  My sweet Noah wrote with love and care.  He did a great job, especially considering he had to fit four years of all that we have been through onto one page.  But within the bag given to me was a painting, and as I soon as I saw it I gasped.  (Seriously, I did!  I am not just using that word for the effect!)  It is a painting of the chapel on campus so that we can all remember our time here while in seminary.  It is a sweet time for so many of us, but Noah and I agree that we are so appreciative of this painting.  It is not only the chapel on campus to us, but it is where we had Magdalena's funeral.  We thought to use the chapel so that we could have a place separate from our church, but, yet, a special place.  When we made that decision we didn't think about the fact that Noah would still be attending weekly.  Going there for chapel, even now, many years later, is hard for him.  I am so proud of him though because he did go.  It took him some months to cross that threshold, but he did.  This is kind of the story of our lives now.  Every next step is scary, sad, and exciting all rolled into joy, and when we follow God's calling for us despite all of those emotions, we have always been truly blessed.  It doesn't matter if we stay nearby or go far away, this painting will have so many different meanings for us.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

An Unforgettable Day

It's amazing the days that stick out in your brain, and yesterday was one that will be remembered for all time.  Noah and I have received our official stamp of approval to adopt!  We are incredibly excited that it is hard to put down into words.  We are praying for our the birthmother of our future child, whoever she may be, as she works through so many decisions.
There are not more updates on the adoption front until we get the call for a baby!

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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Learning to Fly

Last Saturday we took Walt to a local event where cocoons were given it away with instructions on caring/releasing the butterfly.  And, so, we have waited patiently for our cocoon to darken to let us know it is almost time. Then, today our caterpillar officially became a butterfly.  It was such a beautiful process, and amazing to see God's hand in it all.  Noah, Walt, and I enjoyed watching the butterfly learn its surroundings and take a few test flights before flying away.

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The butterfly is here! We are waiting for it to get a good stretch, and then we will release it!

Friday, April 20, 2012


Walt and I talk to our caterpillar daily, and as it's cacoon darkens, we know it's almost time to say goodbye. It will become a beautiful butterfly.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Easter Time

I finally got some time with my niece!

Walt is so proud of his new guitar!

I couldn't get a good picture of the three of us with Walt not wanting to say cheese, but here we are together!

Me and my Man
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Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Spring Has Arrived Along with Beautiful Butterflies

One of my favorite candies comes out once a year for Easter.  Those mini Robin Eggs are my weakness for the entire year.  I can pass up all types of candy for Halloween and Christmas, but as soon as the Easter candy hits the isle I begin to stock up!  Every time I go to Walmart I grab a bag trying to get a stockpile going, but the stockpile is diminished before the summer is up.  This is just one of the many things I love about spring.

There is also a newness in the air.  This last month I have been renewed so many mornings and afternoons by sitting on our back patio watching and listening to birds.  Even Walt comes out and notices when the birds are hungry!  Spring and the birds makes me miss my grandmother because she loved her birds, and I am trying to make her proud by keeping all SIX of her bird feeders filled with the best bird food because it is obvious that she took good care of them.

Spring is also when I am reminded of second chances.  The year passes, and I make so many mistakes in so many different areas of my life, but when spring is here so is Easter, a celebration that Jesus rose from the dead and because of this, I am saved from all of my failures.

There are so many things that I adore about spring, and those things help to lighten the load of my heavy heart this time of the year.  It can't come without me thinking of how much Magdalena would have loved spring had she lived a few months longer.  A butterfly doesn't pass without me thinking of how beautifully healed she is with Jesus.  New Easter dresses make me realize how big she would be right now.  And on Easter morning with the pastor preaches that it was Magdalene (Magdalena is Magdalene is Spanish.)  who first saw Jesus, and I think of my Magdalena's face seeing Jesus.  It's the time of year when my grief lays heavy on my heart, and it is a tiny wonderful and difficult things all at one time.  But just as this holiday opens open a wound, it is the Neosporin that helps it to heal.  This wound will never completely heal, but I am so thankful that this holiday is filled with the hope of Jesus because he does live!

So many of us have lost people that we love, and let us grieve this Easter season with hope.  Because Jesus lives we are forgiven, and we will be reunited with those we love!

When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. And they were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?” And looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled back—it was very large. And entering the tomb, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, dressed in a white robe, and they were alarmed. And he said to them, “Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has risen; he is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going before you to Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.” And they went out and fled from the tomb, for trembling and astonishment had seized them, and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.
(Mark 16:1-8 ESV)

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