Walking into a room of people is not something I enjoy, especially when I’m alone. To combat my nervousness, when I had money during my single years, I would almost always stop for a coffee or bring my own tumbler from home. I liked having something to hold onto, and something to sip, which made me feel like I was doing something. Now that I’m married with a family, we don’t tend to spend much money on luxuries like coffee…
Chuck took Jase on a special outing, so Basye girl and I are hanging out together. We love our girl time! She’s a happy thing, and we are thankful! THANK YOU all so much for your prayers for her during her surgery, and now during her recovery. A friend of mine’s daughter had this same surgery three times, and she shared how the recovery was always tough. She was right. Baby girl does not like her drops or ointment, and…
She just loves strutting around in her pink boots! I often wonder why my baby girl has had so much happen to her little physical body her first year of life? I don’t really need an answer, it’s just something I wonder. I’ve spent a lot of time worrying over her, pretty much since she arrived and had to be whisked away from me in the hospital so as not to catch the flu from her own Mama. It boggles…
Today marks the 11th day in a row of a viral apocalypse in our house. (Blast that church nursery.) It started with Basye, then moved to Jase, then they both got new symptoms, then it hit me- hard. Chuck ended up having to take time off work to care for all of us, then my Mom came down to lend a much-needed hand. Thank God for both of them, or I’m convinced I would not be surviving. I still feel completely lousy, and…
My precious sweetheart. My baby girl. Happy FIRST birthday to you. This past weekend I did my usual Walmart run, very well aware I didn’t need to buy you formula anymore. I was so excited to be able to save money by switching to milk I didn’t stop to think about it too much. But as I was walking the baby aisle, it occurred to me how there is a sadness in my heart at you moving on from formula….
