One Year

It hit me today that our family photos, including the one in the banner above, were taken almost exactly a year ago. Alot has changed in a year....especially my little boy. (The fact that I even call him a "little boy" now is new!)

Tonight I held Parker while he slept, which doesn't happen very often anymore. He's always been the type who falls asleep best in his bed, and now if we try to lay down with him to get him to go to sleep, he wants to have these whispering conversations. Which is very adorable, but not in place of a nap! :)

But tonight he's sick and all the rules go out the window. When he was a newborn, I remember holding him and specifically thinking, "I can't believe someday when I'm holding him, his feet will hang way off my lap!" It seemed so far away, and we're there already. We've been there for a while.

Parker, I'm sorry you're sick buddy. You are the best boy a mommy and daddy could ask for, and you are more loved than you'll ever know!

I just can't believe God gave me such an incredible family. I truly know the meaning of BLESSED!

Processing

Hi :0) Remember me?

Probably not....this blog has been a ghost town! Summer wound down in a busy way and along with some personal growth and things to deal with, I feel like I"m still processing these last several weeks of life.

I hope and plan to be back up here posting ASAP. And maybe thinking out loud (or at least via typing) will help me get my head in focus!

Heartbreaking

*I wanted to edit my previous post after I found out some more (small) details of the situation.*

There's a parking lot behind our building, and in the corner of the parking lot is a run down looking small apartment building. Our windows and balcony look out over it all. Yesterday several police cars and an ambulance were pulled up to the building and were there quite a while before someone was brought out and put into the backseat in handcuffs.

When I looked out a little while later there were two small children, a boy and a girl maybe 2 and 3, standing by the police officers and their cars. For a minute I hoped they were just kids from the building interested in all the excitement. But when I saw the officers trying to keep them in one spot and asking them to sit down, I knew they were with the officers because whoever they had been with at home was now going to jail.

The officers and the kids were out there for a really long time just waiting. My heart absolutely broke with this helpless feeling of sadness for them. After a while the Lord laid it on my heart to see about taking them some snacks. I threw a bunch of food into two bags, grabbed 2 water bottles, grabbed Parker and headed down to the parking lot. I asked the police officers if the kids could have some snacks, and after wondering out loud if they were allergic to anything they said yes. One officer said thanks and told me their mom was just taken to jail, and they were waiting for social services.

I thanked the police officers for doing what they do and turned around to head back towards our building. The second I turned from the officer the tears were streaming down my face. What were a few snacks compared to being taken from their home? I'm sure the people in the elevator with me thought I was crazy, but I didn't care. The experience confirmed in my heart the desire to be involved in foster care and adoption someday.

I hope you'll say a prayer for the broken and hurting families today.