Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Picnic at the Park

Even though I didn't blog her a happy birthday, I sure did throw her a fun party.

I mean, I don't know about her, but I had fun. I was going for a picnic-at-the-park theme, and let me tell you, the park is the way to go. Minimal set-up and clean-up. Less is more when it comes to decorations. And no planned entertainment necessary! Though being 9 months pregnant in the middle of August was HELL, I sure am grateful now because an August birthday means that we have a lot of outdoor party options.


























Harper, I love ya, gummy bear.

You are my girl always and forever.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

My daughter turned two and I didn't even blog her a happy birthday.

I have a daughter. And she's officially two. And she has wispy curls and baby cellulite and the most adorable dimple on her right cheek. And I am her momma. And I love mothering a daughter more than I could have ever imagined.

Oh my sweet sweet Harper. You are the daughter I wasn't even sure I could handle. Being the mother of one very easy-going boy, I remember thinking, 'why rock the boat - I can handle this boy thing.' And then I delivered a daughter and forever fell in love with a tiny baby girl who stole a piece of my heart that I didn't even know existed.

Oh my sweet sweet Harper. I have three words for you: second child syndrome. If you aren't suffering from it yet, the inevitable is fast approaching. I pray you have no idea what I have failed to document and record and celebrate merely because of your birth order and in no way an indication of the amount of love or lack thereof that I have for you. With Henry, I filled my days tracking his every breath. All of his firsts and many of his seconds. Even some thirds! Oh for heaven's sake, it's a good thing you came shortly after. Because now my time is filled swaddling your baby dolls, detangling your morning bird nest, and spinning around in your overstuffed closet full of the most delightful dresses, skirts and bloomers.

Oh my sweet sweet Harper. You keep me alive. Your blood-curdling screams keep me racing through the house only to be reminded that you offer the same over-the-top reaction when you are frustrated by a puzzle as when you are physically injured. Your highs are the delight of my life. And your lows. Oh will I ever figure out what to do with your lows? The body thrown across the floor, scream piercing the walls, and tears as big as Texas. But oh how I love to scoop you up and insist you calm down only to watch your lip turn and evolve into a pout that could break even the hardest of hearts.

Oh my sweet sweet Harper. I am so thankful that God knew better. He knew that I needed you. Never have I been so humbled as you have humbled me. Never have I been so thankful for God's good and perfect gift as I am with you. Never have I been so blessed. Never ever. Ever ever.


Happy Birthday, even weeks later. I celebrate you daily. And I pray that I never lose sight of what a special treasure you are to me.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Pelotonia 11

Last year my Dad cycled 102 miles from Columbus, OH to Athens, OH to raise money for cancer research in the Pelotonia. Matt, the kids, and I traveled down to Athens to see my Dad cross the finish - an incredible accomplishment. It was downright awesome, and that day, Matt said that next year he wanted to participate in Pelotonia 11.

By golly, my husband not only participated, he finished the 102 mile journey, as did my Dad and thousands of other riders.

It was sooooo cool. I have never been so proud of Matt - he dedicated crazy early mornings, long evenings, and many of his Saturdays to training for the ride. It was grueling and beyond exhausting, and he did it.

Seeing him cross the finish line gave me chills - I was overcome with excitement and emotion. I can only imagine how he felt.

And for those of you who supported him through prayer and financial giving - thank you. We cannot tell you enough how much we appreciate your encouragement. Every time a donation would come through, I saw the excitement building on Matt's face - giving him motivation and the assurance that people believed in him.













To my husband and my dad: I am so darn proud of you two. I love you both, and I thank God for your diligence and perseverance. You two inspire me.