Thursday, March 1, 2012

our little Z

Oh Zofia...

You were 4 months old a few days ago and today you are 18 weeks.  It seems like you have always been a part of our lives.  You laugh all the time and love when people talk to you.  You absolutely love your changing table!  It is where we get the best laughs out of you!  You are eating like a champ and we are starting you on rice cereal once a day now!  Playing with the spoon is your favorite part.  You are getting in 4 nasty, mean, horrible teeth :(  You don't like them very much right now!  We went for your 4 month appointment this morning and you weighed 15.6 pounds and were 42 1/2 inches tall  (88th and 86th percentile).  You look just like your daddy, which I think is just fine.  My darling girl, I love you so very much and I feel that you coming into our lives was the most wonderful blessing that God could have given your daddy and me.  You have taught us so much baby.  You are a beautiful, bubbly, breathtaking little girl.  I pray that you grow up into Christ knowing that he created you for a purpose and that you passionately pursue whatever that is...we will support you.  I pray that you know that you are radiant.  I pray that you know that you are fully and completely loved by Someone who will never ever let you down.  I pray that you know that you, being you, is enough.  I love you my baby girl.  My little Zofia.  I love you.

Love,
Mommy

She sees herself in the mirror :)

Having a BLAST!!


look at me...i'm standing up!

slithering over to those blocks!

almost there...

got em!



18 weeks old today!
Z and her daddy! [I put this one randomly in the middle so you could see how much Z looks like her daddy...and  in NO way-other than her nose-does she look like her mommy!]



kisses for Z!

stop taking pictures of me mommy!

Z's furry friend :)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

To my husband...


My darling,
Today is the day after Valentine’s Day…one of my favorite days.  You didn’t always understand why it was so important to me, but I think each year you accept the fact that it is.  I am an advocate for extravagant love.  I know that an argument against Valentine’s Day is that you should make every day like that special day and that it is all a scam to raise the price on roses and make you buy cards…and maybe those things are correct.  But, alas…it remains one of my favorite days.  It is a day when even a simple chocolate bar is the most romantic thing you could imagine.  It is a day that makes you be intentional…a day that is written on the calendar so you have to remember it.  I know for someone who is not naturally a romantic, it helps to have notes, or reminders to be romantic…which is exactly what I believe Valentine’s Day does.  I just wanted to say thank you for understanding how much all of the starry-eyed, fairy tale, happily ever afters mean to me.  I wanted to say thank you for your promise to me to stay with me forever.  I wanted to thank you for accepting me the way I am, even with all of my strong convictions. 
Your heart is exquisite.  Your ability to see my deepest longings overwhelms me.  I am sitting here in wonder.  I am sitting here and realizing more and more why I love you.

 I love the way your eyes wrinkle up when you smile.  I love that our daughter has your eyes.  I love the fact that you are a foot taller than me and that when I am in your arms I feel absolutely and completely safe.  I love that when you talk to me you look into my eyes.  I love that I can trust you.   I love that you put God above all else and that you lead our family.  I love that you would give anything for me or Zoe.  I love that I get to spend each day of the rest of my life with you.  I love that I get to kiss you goodnight at the end of each day and look into your blue eyes every morning.  I love that I get my happily ever after with you.
Happy day after Valentine’s Day.
Love,
Your wife

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Once upon a time...


There was a 14 year old girl and a 15 year old boy.  He was new at her school and very cute.  Which shouldn’t be important, but it was.  They were both sophomores in high school.  She was a cheerleader.  He was a football player.  She knew he was out of her league.  All the popular girls liked him and she was not a “popular” girl.  He was extremely smart and seemed to know it.  Her dream man was an artsy, poetic, romantic type.  His dream girl was an athletic type.  She was not athletic…at all.  He was not artsy…at all.  So that year came and went.  She secretly liked him, but was dealing with a lot of other emotions and drama in her life so she pushed those feelings aside. 
Until that summer.  Let’s back up.  At the end of the year, during all the yearbook signing shenanigans he put his number in her yearbook.  And she gave him hers as well.  She was not in the habit of calling boys.  So she didn’t.  And he didn’t.  He was a little chicken.  After all…He was only just 16.  Ok, back to the summer.  All that “stuff” she was dealing with…well it was a little more serious than just stuff.  There were things that no just 15 year old girl should need or know how to deal with.  You see, she had lost her dad when she was 12 and was dealing with latent anger, depression, and questioning of who she was and what her purpose was in this world…you know…normal teenage things.  Well she had tried make it all go away her sophomore year and never truly resolved her feelings and emotions.  That summer, she almost did it again.  But she didn’t want to.  She was battling with the enemy and she desperately didn’t want him to win.  She needed someone to talk to. She didn’t want to be a burden.  So she prayed.  She asked God to show her who to talk to.  Through tears she scrolled through her phone without looking and when she stopped…the name that appeared was someone she had never called.  Someone she had never shared anything personal with really. 
So she texted him.  She told him personal things about what she was feeling and what she wanted to do.  He told her later that he was scared NOT to respond…so he did.  And she was so glad he did.  She felt loved.  Silly, isn’t it?  How someone you don’t really know just letting you talk makes you feel loved?  He was at football camp during all of this, so the talking was between practices, but it was the start of something…strangely beautiful. 
The two began officially dating on August 20, 2005.  She was 15.  He was 16.  They were juniors in high school.
High School Years.



  



During those last high school years he dealt with a crazy, emotional, hopelessly romantic girl.  She dealt with a 2 time concussion victim who went a little crazy himself.  She scared him.  He scared her.  But together they grew.  Together they shaped each other into people who have seen the very worst of each other and still love.  She was always fearful of him leaving her.  He didn’t like this.  He stood up to her.  He told her that she was allowing her tainted image of men to influence how she viewed him.  She broke down.  No one had ever stood up to her…really.  No one ever seemed to love her enough to tell her the truth.  She realized she was fearful that all men were abusive.  All men yelled.  All men thought she wasn’t good enough.  She realized she was wrong.  He was a little intimidated by how passionate she was.  He liked to be certain of everything.  He liked to be in control.  He didn’t like that she seemed to have a blind faith.  He didn’t really like that she took risks. 
They were complete opposites.
They graduated high school and ended up going to the same college.  He almost went somewhere else.  To this day, she thinks she convinced him to stay close to her, and she sometimes fears she tied him down.  But he tells her she is wrong. 
At a USC baseball game.

In Charleston while we were dating.  One of our favorite places.


They grew together and she constantly asked him about the future.  She was a little pushy.  She doesn’t like that about herself.
Sophomore year of college, they were both going to school and working.  She had worked since she was 15 as had he.  She was completely supporting herself.  They talked about the future.  That summer, he proposed on the beach at sunset.  Positively romantic.  She said yes.  They were completely and unmistakably happy. 
The day after he proposed!

Life happened.  She realized she didn’t have enough money to finish school and was accumulating a lot of debt for something she realized she wasn’t supposed to be doing.  She felt the Lord calling her into ministry.  She felt she was supposed to stop the pursuit of her degree.  He listened to her and believed what the Lord was telling her.  He had grown exponentially in his desire to control the situation.  Because in this case…no one had control.  She did not go back to school in the fall, but followed the Lord’s leading and began working in a children’s ministry.  She was then sure this is what she was made to do.  In that season. 
The two were married his junior year of college.  She was 20.  She was 21.  Many said they were too young.  Many said they had not experienced the “college life.”  They were supposed to have a carefree time of no worries and no regrets.  Well, many had not lived their life.  Their life was anything but carefree.  They were sure that their lives were supposed to be lived together.
My ladies!

His men!

Vowing to love.
The kiss.
The dance.

 
They had always been fearful they would not be able to have children…a desire they both had.  She had some issues and had been told it would be difficult to have a baby.  They were heartbroken. Eight months after they said “I do” they went to dinner and had a serious conversation about what they would do if they could not have a baby. 
The next day, they found out they were pregnant.  She was 21.  He was 22. 
Positive!


Nine months later they had a beautiful little girl. 

  
This little girl changed their lives.  She realized she had to work harder at being a wife who shows her husband how much she loves and respects him.  He realized he had to lead his family and be an example of Christ’s love to them.  Together, they have realized they are better people.  They are completely different then when they met seven years earlier.  They are two people who have learned what love means.  Love is sacrificial.  Love seeks to serve the other person.  Love is just being.  Love is difficult.  Love costs.  Love is worth it all. 
And that is why we did.  Because love is worth everything. 


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

A Battlefield.



“I pray that Christ may dwell in my heart through faith, and that I, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that I may be filled up to the fullness of God.”
Ephesians 3:17-19

Words from another soaring through the open skies of who you are…aimed directly at your heart and leaving a lasting impression.  Feelings welling up inside of you, overtaking every inch of your person.  Your mind, whispering thoughts of unworthiness.  Your heart, rejecting the sweet beckoning of another.  The war going on is one of a delicate nature.  It is the everlasting battle of love.  The love of a friend…and yourself.  The love of your spouse…and yourself.  The love of you…and yourself.  The everlasting love of God…and yourself.  Yourself.  Why do we not allow ourselves to be loved?  Why do we believe the lies?  The fetching tunes of uncertainty in who we are.  What makes those melodies so attractive?  Do we relish the pain?  Do we want to be needed so incredibly badly?  To be in a state of never-ending pursuit by a lover?  Yes.  We desire to be persistently loved.  It is what we were created for.  We were created out of love.  We create new life by love.  We live for love.  It is very natural to desire.  It is very dangerous to desire too much.  The excess of desire comes at a cost.  One may even sell their soul to be loved.  It is in our very make up…this yearning.  But when we are not rooted and grounded in the love of Christ who accepts us for who we are as people..sinful people, we are walking on a battlefield full of victims.  We are treading on the waters of depression, self-pity, and the misconception that we can become enough.  When we give in to this belief, we may do anything to feel that love.  All that is necessary is for us to give up.  To surrender.  To accept that we are indeed loved for who we are.  We just must believe it ourselves…we must love and embrace who God made us to be.  He loves us.  He is actively pursuing us.  He made us to love Him.  To have a relationship with Him.  We are a people created to love.  Guard your hearts against the enemy and go into this fight with the Truth. 

Love is, indeed, a battlefield.   

Friday, February 3, 2012

risk. boldness.

Risk is one of those words that you hear and your stomach sinks.   Risk is one of those words that makes you curious...makes you crave something.  Adventure.  Risk is one of those words that entices you to be.  Simply to be.  For most of us, we are not in a current state of being.  We are in a state of hiding.  Why?  Why do we feel it is necessary to hide who we are?  Why do we feel that unveiling who we are with boldness is unacceptable?  It has been pressed upon my heart that life is ever so short and each day is made up of moments...small, precious twinkles of time that must be embraced.  Why, when we only have these moments, do we worry.  Why, when we are not guaranteed tomorrow, do we spend today in our safe and secure bubble, when we should be enjoying the intoxicating, intense aroma that rises from bold choices and heartfelt actions.  I am challenging myself to be bold.  Boldness requires risk.  But I desire to live a life that is full.  A life that is not wasted.  Each day I have a choice.  Will I show people who I am?  Will I share my testimony in boldness, showing those I encounter where God has brought me from.  Will I open up my broken heart to those who need to see the scars?  Will I share the stories of abuse and hurt, of loss and love?  Will I be bold?  Yes.  Yes, I believe I will.  I will not be afraid to unveil my true personality to people.  I will take the risk of NOT getting all the things on my to-do-list done and having every inch of my house in order.  I will instead enjoy the moments of singing "Itsy-Bitsy Spider" with my baby girl, or spending those early morning minutes drinking my black coffee and reading His word.  My risks will increase.  My boldness will abound.  That is my desire.  That is what I feel the Lord desires of me.  I will unveil my heart, I will throw my hands in the air and be myself in the minutes of the day.  I will listen to my heart and follow His.  We only have these moments.  Will you join me in this journey of risk...of boldness?

Thursday, February 2, 2012

If I am being honest...


definition of honest: free from fraud or deception, legitimate, truthful

If I am being honest...I would tell you that I need to open myself up more to people

If I am being honest...I would tell you I often hide pieces of my past so I am not judged

If I am being honest...I would tell you I am so glad I only had one boyfriend

If I am being honest...I would tell you my husband is the only man I have ever kissed 

If I am being honest...Nick and I started dating when I was 15

If I am being honest…I would tell you that I am hopelessly and completely in love with my husband

If I am being honest…I would tell you that there are days when I think of this life without him and tears flow down my face and I can barely catch my breath

If I am being honest…I would tell you I am very insecure about my appearance

If I am being honest…I would tell you I feel I was created to be a wife and a mother

If I am being honest…I would let you know that I desire to love God more than anything and allow Him to love me fully

If I am being honest…I would tell you I let my feelings and emotions whisk me through life

If I am being honest…I would also tell you I don’t think that the above admission is a positive thing all the time

If I am being honest…I would tell you that I put limits on God

If I am being honest…I would tell you that there was a time in my life where I wanted to it all to end

If I am being honest…I would tell you that I really didn’t want to just be honest about that

If I am being honest…I would tell you that in that moment of despair God saved me and held me close

If I am being honest…I would tell you that Nick showed me that my life was worth living and that God was my first love and Savior

If I am being honest…I would tell you that I am overwhelmed daily by the grace of God and the patience He has with me

If I am being honest…I would tell you that I have to tell myself every day that I am worthy of God’s love because He SAYS I am…even if I don’t FEEL I am. 

If I am being honest…I would tell you that I am aware of how short life is and that I intend to live it with an abundance of love and laughter

Have you been honest with yourself lately?

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

God's gifts

I have often been asked the question, "So...is being a mom easier, harder, or exactly how you thought it would be?"  My answer to that question is complicated...being a mom is such an amazing blessing and privilege.  In the sense of caring for the daily needs of a baby, being a mom is easier than I anticipated.  I grew up watching kids from about the age of 10.  Caring for children is something that comes very naturally to me and caring for my own child is easier than caring for any other child I have ever spent time with because I am with her every minute of every day (almost).  I know her intimately and therefore I can usually calm her down or tend to her in only the way a mother knows how.  In the sense of sacrificing for my baby girl, being a mom is "harder" than I thought it would be...We are pretty sure Zoe has a Milk/Soy Protein Intolerance which means that I have stopped eating dairy and soy.  This in and of itself has been such a challenge...I had initially just cut out dairy, but her symptoms persisted so I have now cut out soy as well to see if there is any improvement.  But even though this is hard, it is teaching me the self-sacrificing love of parenting.  I desperately WANT to do this for my girl!  I desire for her to have the best and healthiest beginnings in her little life and when I look into her little smiling face, I would gladly refrain from eating my beloved chick-fil-a sandwich or my half-and-half in my coffee...I have just learned that from now on...life (in this small aspect) will be a little different...and I must say, MUCH healthier!  
Overall, I think motherhood has far exceeded my expectations...it isn't what I expected.  It is better.  Gloriously better.  I get to wake up to the coos of a beautiful girl smiling in her pink polka-dotted crib.  I have the privilege of reading her Bible stories and showing her the pictures on the pages.  I get to see her face light up when she sees her Minnie Mouse doll.  I am allowed to give her as many kisses as I want and snuggle with her precious little chunky self all day long.  I get to see her grow and change day in and day out and I get to pray for her to come to know Jesus at a very early age.  
In my opinion, I feel like the Lord has blessed me with gifts far greater than any others.  The gift of motherhood.  The gift of having a husband who loves his girls more than anything else.  The gift of staying home with my girl.  The gift of His love.  The gift of this life.  
I am truly blessed by God's gifts.
Zoe's first Christmas

Our family on Christmas morning

Zoe supporting her daddy's running team!