Five kids...each one it's own variety. Lots of laughter, joy and fun times. A life following Jesus...being a Jesus lover. Raising these incredible individuals and leading them towards their destiny. Stop on by, settle in for a bit and share bits and pieces of our life.
It's The Little Things That Count...
I was just washing this plate up this morning, and I decided to take it's picture. It was so appreciative...lol. I have had these plates for years...probably almost 10 years. I bought a whole stack of them in vision of having a large family...which we did. We have lost a few over the years...but they are a favorite for my kids. A small dollar investment has brought years of enjoyment to them. As soon as they know we are having pizza they are in the kitchen drawer picking their pizza plate out. Then we make pizza dough and roll it out...and then garnish it with our favorite toppings. A small amount of money and a small amount of time. It's not about the big Disney days...or days of lots of money coming out of our pocket. It's the small moments...the little things that we do to create memories. It's the little things that count...
My dad and his wife were in town the other day...and my cousin who lives 3 hours away came to have dinner with us. What a joyous day it was. Here is the first family selfie with my extended family. Good memories!
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It seems that I have been going to births for most of my adult life. The first birth I ever was at was for my niece Brianna, and that was 22 years ago. I was 18 years old and it was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. Little did I know at that tender age that I would be attending births as a job...as a careeer.
There are so many moments that you experience as a doula. There are so many highs and lows. And there are so many hours that you are there. Many moments of laughter, maybe tears, tense decisions and talking. The first moment that I always think of is when you get that first phone call. It seems like they are always in the middle of the night. The jolt from bed you get when you hear your phone ring. It startles me. You are expecting the call any day, but somehow you didn't think it would be that night. And then the adrenaline rush comes in. Usually my doula bag is packed, a shower is a must (never too sure when you will get another one), and I usually talk wi…