24 February 2011

... sometimes things happen ...

This is not an easy thing to do, but Brendon and I want to avoid awkward conversations down the line.  And we are just not sure that there is an easier way to do and/or say this.  We have reached out to family members and close friends, but we feel it necessary to disclose this to the people that keep up with our lives via Facebook and/or this blog.

Brendon and I found out earlier this week that we lost the baby.  Although this is a terribly emotional time for our family, we continue to feel fully blessed and we are determined to remain optimistic.  This is just part of our journey, and in no way do we feel that this will prevent us from continuing to move forward.  

This will undoubtedly take time to come to grips with.  We want everyone to know that we are staying strong and positive, and we are allowing this to strengthen the bond between us, and our family and friends.  Please keep us in your thoughts in the coming weeks.

16 February 2011

wise soul

I love to think of the many adventures Liam will live through, and what these adventures will eventually lead him to love and do and be and dream.  I love to think about what an amazing person he is and will continually become as he gets older.

I sing him a song, just mine to him, called Little Mister Liam.  It is to the tune of Jimmy Buffett's Little Miss Magic.  Of course, I have changed some words and personalized it for him.  It is a special song I have been singing him since he was a teeny tiny baby.

It starts out:  "Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling."  (Bubba hears his name in there, and thinks the words are "Constant Liam mazed..." Silly kid!)

My version ends with "Little Mister Liam, what ya gonna be?" 

Yesterday, after singing him this song on the way home, I thought I would ask what he wanted to be when he grew up, when he was big like mommy and daddy.  I figured he would give a typical kid answer... Mickey Mouse or Special Agent Oso (his newest idol).  Don't ask me why I would think he would respond with a typical kid answer... he's far from that.

So I said: "Bubba, what do you think you would like to be when you grow up?"

And to my amazement, he thinks hard for a couple seconds before looking at me and saying: "I want to be Liam."

What a beautiful answer!!  And he was dead.serious.

I swear my kid is wise beyond his years.  Over and over, he amazes me with some of the things that fly out of his mouth.

Once again, in this moment, I found myself overtaken by gratitude.  And crying.  Yes, crying.   

Yeah, yeah... Cut me some slack... my hormones are under siege.


03 February 2011

Coffee, Carrots, Eggs

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes, she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. 

She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. 

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."  

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. 

The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it.. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, "What does it mean?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently:

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. 

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its insides became hardened. 

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?  

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?


Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. 

 When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity

Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. 

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

02 February 2011

Just Call Me "Preghan"

 Brendon, Liam and I are happy to announce that we are expecting a new bundle of poop, puke, JOY in mid-September.  

As of today, I am 8-weeks along, feeling great (yeah... I said great), and ready to start this beautiful journey all over again. 

Hard to tell, but I promise it says "Pregnant"

Liam is THRILLED as well.

{A little story to back-up that assertion}:

When I went to pick him up from daycare last night, the teacher came up and said "Is there a congratulations in order?" 

A very perplexed me turned beet red and asked why she was asking.  "Oh, well Liam has been telling each of the teachers separately today that 'my mommy has a baby in her belly,' and once we all realized that he had told more than just one of us, we figured it must be true," she says. 

Um, thanks Liam!!  :)  He couldn't help himself... he just HAD to spill the beans!

He does make it very, very clear though that I am only allowed to have a girl.  He desperately wants a little sister, and desperately does NOT want a little brother.  HA!!  Let's hope I can live up to his expectations!  :)

So yeah... giddy-up!  And be prepared to hear ALL about this pregnancy.  
I am quite the extrovert. 

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