“It didn’t matter that I was 99% sure of the outcome of the evening, nothing prepares a mama for watching her baby’s ambulance careen down a highway. Or for being just far enough back that all she can do is watch and try not to run any red lights.”*** link in bio. (This happened last fall so we are fine, it’s fine, everything is fine. It just took me awhile to know how to say this one.)
Saturdays are for haircuts and trying on lipstick in @sephora . Willa’s color du jour is appropriately named “cotton candy.” 💄💄💄
As a writing teacher about to dive into a stack of essays, reading this quote on my lunch break was excellent timing. To all of us teachers who hold our students’ words in our hands today, may we remember to take a minute to be grateful for those pieces of themselves they’ve shared with us. ❤️📄📑🖌📝#bravewriterlifestyle
My daily trips around and around my driveway aren’t such a drag. I miss my weights and fancy workout videos, but some Vitamin D, some worship tunes, and a pretty view while I walk/jog/wheeze my way to a hearty afternoon nap are a great way to finish out these last official weeks of “restricted recovery.”
We sent the kids off to party with grandparents and had a quiet New Years for Exhausted Middle-Aged Parents. Breakfast in bed and the Rose Bowl Parade? You betcha. Welcome, 2019.
Every year with them, no matter how weird, is sweeter than the last. Thank you, God, for these beautiful gifts. Happy New Year!!!
Merry Christmas! The kids and Andrew fixed our Birthday Breakfast for Jesus this year. And as we all know, the birth of our Lord is best celebrated with pancakes and Redi-Whip. May your day be filled with the joy of knowing our Savior has come! “He who is mighty has done a great thing- taken on flesh, conquered death’s sting!”❤️
“I have no greater joy than this: to hear that my children are walking in truth.” 3 John 1:4 Today we celebrated the testimony and baptism of Ian and Ellen. So grateful to be surrounded by friends and family, our “cloud of witnesses” who love our children and stand beside us as we disciple and instruct them in the Word. And I love that smile on their daddy’s face! Glory to God! ❤️💕
For the first time after my surgery, I sat at my desk to do some tidying. To my delight, I discovered a giant pile of Christmas cards from loved ones all over. Christmas cards, heck, family pictures didn’t happen this year for my surgery-laden gang, but please know how happy and grateful we are to receive your lovely offerings. 😘💕I smiled and cooed over each one.
Mira went in for a quick (repeat) removal of her adenoids on Wednesday, but she came home with a repeat tonsillectomy, too. This sort of recovery wasn’t on our agenda for the week before Christmas and with a recovering-from-surgery Mama. But God is faithful and provides. The last time she had this surgery, she’d only been home with us a month. She fought Andrew when he gave her medicine and she eyed her siblings suspiciously. This time, she never even woke up when Andrew gave her medicine and she was satisfied to make a pillow out of any one of her brothers. These small gifts, #littlemercies as my friend @melaniemartinblackmon calls them, are comfort to us and reasons to rejoice. Look what God has done! Sometimes in the daily grind, we miss the bigger work He is doing. And sometimes it takes grinding the wheels of our finely-tuned machine to a screeching stop to help us see what He is doing. Glory to Him! And thank you, God, also, for grandparents and aunties who bring popsicles and fold laundry. 😘
He has loved me so well over the past week of surgery recovery. And I have definitely not looked as “put together” as I do here. He’s been the kid-chauffeur, the keeper of my medicine, the one who waggled food in front of my face to tempt me to eat. He held me when I cried and supported me all the way to the bathroom and back. And somehow, he’s held down a job, parented 7 kids, and even taught my ancient lit class at co-op! ***Super Man is real, y’all. I know because I married him. ***Love you, @fandrewanning. Thank you. 📷 by @carimaryegriffith
Skyping my cutie nephew = good medicine.
Tomorrow I will enter an operating room for a partial hysterectomy. Some of you may remember our story: several years of infertility and then, despite logging over one year's worth of bed rest due to a cranky uterus - my arms are beautifully full of still-my-babies. As Hannah sang in 1 Samuel 2: “The woman who is childless gives birth to seven!” God has been so faithful and kind. And now I’m ready to put “the old girl” out to pasture. I am wildly grateful: grateful for the way my body (mostly) did what God made it to do, and grateful that I have access to medical procedures that will provide some relief from constant pain. *** In my walk toward this procedure, I discovered a sisterhood of women, many of them younger than I am, who suffer in silence and carry secret pain they feel they can’t speak of. So in case you’re part of the silent sisterhood, I just wanted to whisper to you ladies - Pain is not normal. And you don’t always have to carry your burdens alone. Don’t be afraid to raise your voice. *** Thank you to my husband who encouraged me to speak up, offered support, and gave me permission to slip away to cuddle with my heating pad on many evenings. Thank you to my kids who don’t mind that Mama has to do Christmas from bed this year. And thank you to our Village who are the body of Christ to us. I can walk into surgery tomorrow full of peace - I know you guys will cover for me, love my people, and carry us through. 😘 *** Glory to Him who can heal my innards, but more importantly, He’ll heal ALL that is broken one day. 🙌🏻❤️
Snuck out of town to visit my bestie today. We always make plans with the unspoken understanding that we will see each other “as long as no one is barfing.” Because between our 12 kids, the odds are pretty good that someone’s germs will spoil our plans. But today, the stars aligned, the kids were healthy, and our husbands were kind to set us free for a few hours of soaking up each other’s presence. These days are fewer and farther apart than I’d like, but they are all the more precious when they arrive. And it was totally worth turning around and going back when I realized we’d spent the day together and had no photographic proof. Some days need to be remembered with pictures. Today was one of them. Love you, @aubie78 !!
Ten years. #whatwillawore Happy Birthday, Willa!!