faith

As we round up our 11th week of pregnancy, I am pondering the fact that this is the first week since we've had the pregnancy confirmed medically that we haven't been in to a doctor to see Little G's heartbeat, or hear them tell us that everything is "just fine."

And given our history, I miss that reassurance this week.

But I think back to when we saw the heart last week, and how I had this overwhelming sense of the baby saying to me, "See Mom? I'm here. I'm staying. Have faith in me."

So I will.

(And also, as I continue to feel more and more like my a** is being kicked every day, I can't help but draw any other conclusion than Little G is in there, taking all he or she needs, and growing each day!)

So bring on the 12th week! And Scott's birthday! And Christmas!

And this year, there will be four of us celebrating!

and then there were four

What a blessed year we have had! We have a beautiful daughter, and now, she's going to be a beautiful big sister!

thankful

From our family to yours...Happy Happy Thanksgiving.

our countdown chain

11.11

Husband, father. Uncles, aunt. Grandfathers. Brother, sister. Cousins, friends. Thank you for your service.

And to their loved ones, keeping it all together on the home front, yesterday, today and tomorrow...thank you for your service.

Happy Veteran's Day.

sting

This is going to sound quite childish, but today I had my feelings hurt.

Twice.

And with each time, neither person realized what they had so inadvertently accomplished.

It reminds me to be careful, and watch for those thoughtless words/actions that can so easily be set free.

today I am here.

Today, I reflected on old blog posts. I let Gracie's sweet voice sweep bittersweet tears from my eyes. I thanked God for what is, and for the path I've walked, danced, stumbled down, believed in to get to what is.

I remembered lonely me from before. Lonliness that came long before being the wife of a deployed sailor. Lonliness that could find me so easily, even as I stood surrounded by others.

I don't know how I maneuvered out of it, but I am so grateful that I did.

I love being more secure in who I am as a person. I love being a wife, a mother.

A wife.

A mother.

(It just bears repeating, doesn't it??)

Last night, I took my child trick-or-treating. It was wonderful. She was wonderful! And when we were done, we tucked up inside and went through the goodies. I sorted out the things she couldn't quite yet partake in (gum, treats with nuts) and she enjoyed her spoils. And it was perfect.

Today, I am here. And it is perfect.