Mud In Heaven: May 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012

Memory Monday

We just wrapped up Mother's Day weekend, so today's Memory Monday goes a few years back. Mother's Day 2010, my first as a mother of TWO, and Brigdon's dedication day.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Spring Portraits

With barely any time to spare before Easter, I managed to stitch up some matching neck ties for my boys to wear Easter Sunday. And one muggy Spring Break morning, they got slicked up and we headed out for some (quick) Spring portraits.

Pretty dapper if I don't say so myself

So dreamy

We love our old bridge

The most beautiful child I've ever seen -- but I am partial

Briggy's "sweet face"

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Another Year

It's May 1st yet again. Today marks the anniversary of the day I lost my dad. And though I've kept busy today and managed to keep my mind from wandering, I didn't want the day to end without me posting a few words for such an occasion.

Two years ago, on the tenth anniversary I wrote this blog post. Just a few minutes ago, I pulled it up and read over it again. To be honest, not much has changed in our life since then. We're still dancing to the music of pitter-patter feet and watching our boys grow and change. Life doesn't stop and the world keeps turning. My God is still faithful.

Miss you Dad -- excited to see you again someday soon and introduce you to a couple of sweet, rowdy little boys I know.

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I can't think of another phrase used to describe my husband Justin than "My Better Half." He is truly just that. Aside from the values we are exactly alike in, there are an enormous amount of things that we are counter opposites. All in all, we complement each other well. If there's one thing I've learned over my years in marriage (and am still learning...work in progress), it's that it is hard and takes effort on both parts. However, the good times definitely outweigh the bad. I'm blessed beyond measure for this man who works so hard to provide for our family and be the hero that our boys deserve. He is the down-to-earth, simple life loving person that I'm striving to be more like. I'm grateful that he loves me for me, at my best and at my worst. He makes me laugh and fills our home with joy. I, quite possibly, could go on and on like a lovesick 14-year-old. Thank you Justin for being you and loving me and adoring our children. I know they see Jesus in you and am proud to call you mine.

Tears come to my eyes when I think of my growing family. It took about 3.4 seconds after delivering my first child to realize that this is what God put me on the planet for. With that joy, also came the overwhelming realization of the responsibility that entails...which is still at times overwhelming! To my boys, I am beyond blessed to be called your mother. Hearing the pitter-patter of your little feet first thing in the morning makes my day. My life has been enhanced beyond measure just because of you. You are my Heart. Harrison Reid is my first-born and there is no truer boyish boy! He is rowdy, rambunctious, and all things dirt and trucks and tractors. He keeps us rolling in laughter with his anecdotes and jokes and silly sayings. My sweet-souled boy. He is now a big preschooler and no doubt this little blog will fill up quickly with stories and photos about his days. I love you, Harrison, and thank you for making me a Mama. Brigdon David is (at this point) my baby and the sweetest, happiest baby - though I am a tad partial! Even at 9-months-old, he has a good little heart and that gummy smile can bring tears to my eyes. I think back to my pregnancy and how we longed for this baby to be a girl, and were surprised when we were told he was a boy. God created this child, this boy, for our family. I could not imagine our life without him. I love to watch Brigdon interact with Harrison and had no idea how blessed I would be by their love for each other - even at their young ages. Brigdon, thank you for being my baby. I can't wait to fill the pages of this blog with your little life story. God has big things in store for you.