She makes rain (and a billion other things) magical. #makingteamthomas
She is everything Two is known for and then some. I have spent the last few weeks working HARD to not take her moods and her tantrums personally. I’ve become frustrated and raised my voice when she whines instead of using words. I’ve prayed for God to use this season -this challenging season- to shape me. And, in the last week, I’ve had the Ah-ha moment He set out for me. • I’ve prayed fierceness and boldness and bravery over her. I’ve prayed strength and sureness of spirit into her little soul. I’ve prayed for the adversity she will face -that it know just how powerful she and Her God are- and for the world she’s bound to change. I’ve prayed for this all... and now He’s requiring me to do my work in her story. • He’s called me to live out those prayers. To foster the strength and bravery and sureness of spirit one day, one moment, one boundary test at a time. He’s charged me with being the first of many examples of all the things I pray for her... and, for the first time in two years, He’s given me the confidence to feel able. #atmonmotherhood #makingteamthomas
I’m sad he’s going back to work tomorrow. She is too. And, actually, so is he. • The next time we’ll have weeks off together will be as a family of four. Holy. Holy, holy, holy. Equal parts nervous and thrilled that this is the year Trey will be born. Equal parts confident in this man and The Man that we’ll find our way through those early weeks. • And, since when is Caroline old enough to be pushing along on a scooter (she has a helmet that was left out in the pouring rain soooo, the pads are currently drying). #makingteamthomas #amberacknowledges
She’s just the right mix of Daddy’s copycat and Mommy’s mimic. This stage is so sweet, so very sweet. I want to remember how she “works” like Jason then puts on her make-up with me. • She’s more than I ever could have wished for, a dreamy little being that makes motherhood feel (mostly) like a gift. #makingteamthomas
I want to always remember how much she loved the trees. No regard for what was under them, just pure love for the lights and ornaments. Oh Christmas, you are a season we deeply love. #makingteamthomas
Three years later. One toddler and one baby-boy-to-be. Countless tears. Infinite lessons on joy. • He gave us so much in life and has gifted just as much in death. We miss you Grandpa Peter.
Let me tell you about these best friends. Always sharing food and exchanging tisses 💋. #makingteamthomas
I ached for the day we could have a fire in the fireplace without worrying about her diving in to the flames. The day has come and morning coffee-play dates with her are 16383957282 times more magical. #makingteamthomas
To have one of these women come before me and one following in my footsteps is my life’s greatest honor and joy. I understand that God is a man of purpose and detail just by seeing you two together. • Happy birthday to my main girls, my dear Bird and Booty.
I woke up so grouchy and wanted to walk alone but didn’t have the heart to say “no you three stay at home”. And then I was rewarded by the cutest sight I ever could see. • Caroline is obsessed with her Hay-sell. She wants her to come and get up and “sit derr” and when it comes time to walk she needs to “push her”. Ugh, this season holds such sweetness (not to mention there’s some SOUR too). #makingteamthomas #atmonmotherhood
Just a day at the happiest place on earth for our joyful (almost) two-year-old. She was as crazy about Pluto as she was about the bee she found (her and the bees, it’s a real thing). #makingteamthomas
To say 2018 has been a year of miracles would be a gross understatement. God showed up and showed off off in our lives this year. It floors me to think He set out such a gorgeous story of protection and provision in the making of our family. • Advent feels different this year. More magical, more understood, more real. Maybe the years of losing my dad were harder on my soul (and my faith) than I understood. Maybe I’d lost some of my sureness in His timing and storyline for me, for our family.• I’ve always felt freedom to fight with God about things. I’ve always allowed myself to approach Him in my indignation and beg for Him to change the hand I was dealt. But prolonged seasons of this are wearing on the spirit. After years of wrestling and arguing and ignoring and digging in, Hope is here. It’s real and restored and not deeply ragged (like it was for nearly a decade). • Welcome Advent. Welcome Christmas. Welcome Jesus. I’ve missed the magical parts of all of you. #makingteamthomas
The magic of Christmas as a kid can only be topped by the magic of having kids at Christmas. #makingteamthomas
All the fans had to sit up-pie (like 🥧) and watch Un-Gle play buh-ball. • The day her language turns from toddler words to adult English is a sad day for me. #makingteamthomas
Always with the coloring. Always insisting on remembering baby brother (she needed a picture of him for herself). • I’m not worried about how she’ll do when he gets here anymore. I’m worried about how I’ll do. I’m worried how it’ll be to have two who need me. I’m worried what’ll happen to the bits of time Jason and I have that will look/be/feel different. I’m worried about the days they’re both off and it’s just me here to comfort them. I’m worried about sickness and what sleep will look like and how I’ll recover from birth. Oh, I’m worried y’all. Deep soul worries that I need to talk to my doctor about. • But, He’s kind in reminding me it’s all okay because she’s obsessed with her Babyyyyyyy. She’s gentle to my belly and wants to kiss him and touch him and make sure he knows she’s ready for him. Thank God for those moments and the relieved tears it brings to my eyes. Because her love for him will be fierce and passionate (like everything else she does) and that might just be everything we all need to survive. #makingteamthomas
This is the second bee we’ve caught her holding in two days. Yesterday’s was alive and we have no clue how she caught it (and why it didn’t sting her). Today’s was dead and she didn’t want anything to happen to it’s little lifeless body. She loves them. She isn’t afraid of their sting or their buzz and I want that to last forever. • It won’t. Love will hurt one day -hopefully not soon because my fearless bee lover is precious and perfect in her joy. But it’ll hurt. And I can’t protect her forever. So I’ll settle for the easiness of today’s loves knowing tomorrow’s (hopefully many tomorrows away) will be more complicated. #makingteamthomas #atmonmotherhood