I feel as though I'm sitting in the twilight zone. I'm sitting at the kitchen table at my mother's house. We're listening to Christmas Carols (mixed in with some metal), drinking coffee with Daddy, watching the kids play outside in the woods. It's absolutely fantastic. And yet it feels like the twilight zone. I haven't been here in three months. And none of it matters. It matters, it does, but I it feels selfish to worry about any of it.
I'm sitting here fighting back tears, listening to Harry Connick Jr. Crying tears for my friends who have lost their sweet daughter. She would have been three on Dec 23rd. I can't even imagine. And Kristy may be paralyzed, they're saying now she may not walk again. But then, I hold onto hope that she may, knowing that Brent has proved that God is good and God is faithful and all things are possible. But the hurt they know now is incomprehensible. And yet, so many have been through this. You can learn more about them, the story of what happened, and ways to help on facebook on this group. I know that there are so many things going on this holiday season, but if you want to give, if you have a chance to give, these good Godly people are in need. The money will all go directly to funeral costs for their sweet daughter and medical expenses for Kristy. There is a link on the group page, but here is direct information about how you can help.
And I'm crying tears for me. Tears because my heart hurts, even though I feel guilty for hurting for me when others are hurting so much more. But even though, I still hurt. I hurt because I'm sitting here at my parent's house. I haven't been here in three months, or more. Since whenever *they* moved here. My kids are outside playing with my two nephews, Daddy and I are drinking coffee and I'm blogging. It feels so good. It feels like home. And my heart breaks because I know it will be over soon. I know that in a few days time my brother will be out of the hospital and we won't be here. He'll be here. He'll be in my parents home and I'll be back to being separated from my family, back to being... on the outside. And it sucks. Christmas is coming up. Christmas was always huge in our family. Lots of traditions and memories. And I will be on the outside again, because he'll be here. And it almost breaks my heart sitting at this table across from my Dad knowing that this may be the last time in a long time that I'll sit here with my Daddy watching my kids play in the woods feeling at home. Even though this isn't the home I grew up in, or maybe because this isn't the house I grew up in, I feel at home. It feels so good. I'm with my parents, my family, but not plagued with constant memories. Just home. Just love. And it breaks my heart that it won't be happening again any time soon. I just want my life back. I want my family back. And at the same time, I'm so grateful that I have my family. That my kids are safe, that they're here with my. Life is so complicated. But God is good, and God is faithful. And I'll keep going.
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.