Reflecting.

This time last year we were submitting all the paperwork for an emergency move back to the states.

This time last year I was praying with all that I had for our unborn baby.

This time last year I was a complete train wreck thinking about my wildwoman flying half way across the world without me, and having to be apart from her for four day, the longest four days of my life.

This time last year I was loved on by so many people in so many ways that I didn't know what to do. Ladies came in and did my laundry, washed my dishes, cooked me meals, packed bags for me, loved on my girl, gave support to my man, and prayed.


It blows me away thinking about this. I relive those moments often.  I can still feel the uneven pavement and brick sidewalks under my feet as Ben and I walked to the car after finding our about Judah's heart. I can hear Ben calling his supervisor and asking for a meeting right away- I couldn't sit down in the car so I stood outside the car, shaking from the cold and raw emotion. I cleaned the car out as I listened to him explain what had just happened. There were grocery receipts and the wildwoman's books on the floor.

I can feel the way the couch felt as I sat down to show Aud the baby's pictures.

I know the clothes I wore that day. Every time I go my closet to pick out something to wear and I see that shirt- it takes me back,


But what renderes me speechless is looking at my son, knowing all the God has done is his precious life.

Thank you God for this year, for all the trials, for all the tears, for  the lessons learned, for showing me your hand, and for the people you put in my life. Thank you for my man, the man you made for me. Thank you for my babies, my sweet sweet babies. I give you all the glory, ALL.