9/11

It's certainly past my bedtime, but I'm not tired yet. Maybe it's the sugar-filled soda I had earlier...but I think it's something else. Today is the anniversary of September 11, 2001. I watched one documentary on that day, this morning, and had to turn the tv off. 10 years later, it's still overwhelming. I can't remember every thought, but I know that when that all happened, I was scared. I was scared about what else might happen. When it would happen. Where it would happen. Would we be killed by terrorists? What kind of world had I brought my children into?

I think most parents, at some point, think that. Don't they?
There are times when I want to shut myself and my family, off from the world. I want to home school. And grow our own food. I want to be self sufficient. I want to live in a bubble. It sounds silly to say it out loud, or see it written down. And some of those things I would like to do, even if I didn't think this world was a crazy place. But, it's just an overwhelming feeling to want to protect those you love, most especially your children.

I'm glad I don't have the option to freeze time, because I probably would. It's a daily reminder I have to give myself, "We are raising our children to be responsible, successful adults. They won't be your babies forever. They won't be at home, under your wing, forever."
Why can't they stay little?


Anyway, I think all this "9/11" stuff has just pulled those feelings back up to the surface. The need to protect. The need to shelter my babies.
I know I can't...not forever, at least. I know God can, though.


I thank God for those that protect our country, because they are also protecting my children. I am so proud of the brave men and women that sacrificed on 9/11. I am proud Americans know how to come together in a such a time. I am so sorry, so saddened for those that lost loved ones. I am truly thankful, that I don't know what that feels like, yet so burdened for those that carry that hurt.
My heart aches for Mommies who couldn't protect their babies, even if their babies were grown men and women.

I remember when and where I was when the planes crashed. I will never forget, not only those details, but also what 9/11 stands for. What we lost, and how we united. I pray we never see a day like that again. I pray my children never see a day like that again. God bless, comfort, and protect...

One & Fifteen

Blake is walking! He took his first steps several weeks ago, yet he didn't progress like I thought he would. We found out he had an ear infection, so I thought after we got rid of it, and his balance was back to normal, he would take off walking. Nope. Well, I don't know, maybe. But he finished his meds a couple weeks ago and it was just this last week that he really started walking. It's So cute. Any milestone like this is always bittersweet...amazing to see him grow, sad that it happens so incredibly fast! This next week, he will be turning a year old. It seems like all the drama of finding out I was pregnant after my husband had a vasectomy was just a few weeks ago. Yet, I've already gone through 9 months of pregnancy, given birth and now that baby, my precious Blake, is turning ONE YEAR OLD. Even crazier, this next week, my first born, is turning 15. Andrew is such an amazing kid, minus the teen attitude. He is in accelerated classes and makes good grades. He does sports. He could be nicer to Joseph and Isabel, for sure, but he is SUPER sweet with Blake. Being a parent is for sure the toughest job I have ever had in my whole life, but it's also the most rewarding.

Andrew's birthverse:
Psalm 9:10 NIV
Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.




Blake's birthverse:
2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV
And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.



Precious Father, thank you for my two of my most amazing blessings, Andrew and Blake. Thank you for equiping me with what I need to be their Mom. Please protect them and guide them always. Please let them always know how much they are loved by their parents and by You. In the Holy Name of Jesus, Amen.