This is where we live. Our back yard is nothing spectacular. It isn't even anything pretty. It's generally strewn with toys and hot wheels and whatever else you can imagine. But it's our little oasis. So here it is.
From standing on the back slab of concrete, if you look to the right you see this. A friend from church gave us this pavilion. My pregnant friend 'A' and I put it together and then we put the swing under there. There are two little side tables and my wonderful hubby ran a power cord out there so we could have lighting and fans and such. I love to just sit out there. It's so nice. This is my dragonfly wind chime. My hubby bought it for me in Gatlinburg on a youth trip. We had a blast, and I love it. These are lights that are strung around the top of my swing. My hubby bought these for me at Target, and I love them, too :) Standing on my back concrete slab, looking straight ahead, this is what you see. My parents bought the kids this trampoline a few months ago, and it's the 'garage' for all of our bikes, riding toys, etc. Plus when it's really hot, the kids do all their digging under there because it's shaded. These are my flowers. My husband bought them for me a few months ago, and this is the reason why I am known as a flower killer. I have one single bud. One. It's a Gerber Daisy, and it looks like this: Isn't it beautiful? I love it! Standing again, on the concrete slab, if you look to the left, you see this, our knee deep swimming pool. It's taken from far away bc, well, the water is green, and nasty. The pump is apparently not big enough to keep the water clean. Oh well, I tried. As you can see, my husband recently mowed and weedeated, as well :)
Well that's it for our back yard. There's more out front but my favorite part is simply this: I am so thankful to live where I live, in the United States of America. And as we celebrate our Independence, let us remember what it is that defines our country. We are 'One Nation, Under GOD'. And let us remember the soldiers who die for us every day, that we can remain free to argue that point.
I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.
I'm here to use my voice. So many people can't. In a world of darkness, I just want to help God's light to shine through. I pray that my words are His, and my love is His, as well. This is my journey through the darkness. To start are the beginning of the story, click here.