Wild Wild West

In a few short days, our sweet little family of five will pull out of our driveway embarking on a new adventure.

Through corn fields and deserts and mountains and beauty, we will travel from a small town in Wisconsin to the city of Reno, Nevada.

And make our home.

Hopefully more blogging days ahead as my mother will need to see photos. She's going to miss her grandbabies.

Psssst...we will be living very close to Lake Tahoe. I'm excited.

Mothers, Love and Other Things

When I was seven, I prayed for 10 babies. I really prayed. From my heart.

I've already had 8.

It feels strange to think about. We are done having biological babies. My body is tired. Already at 30, I'm weary, still trying to recover. But my heart. Oh, my heart is not tired. It is big and has room to grow....room for more. 

As a family, we feel called to adoption. We talk about it with our children. Ivy said she wants a girl. Sylas, a boy. Then they said maybe we should adopt both.

That would be 10. 

I don't know the when or the how, but one thing I do know....there is room.

This mama heart can love.

It is overflowing with love. Love for our babies here and in Heaven and for those we don't yet know by name.

So, to all of you mothers. Those with babes home, or babes grown, or babes with Jesus or babes not quite known, Happy Mother's Day. 

You are so very lovely.

And then.

Holy week. 

The week of the triumphant entry, the breaking of bread,  the betrayal, the death, the silence.

And then. 

The hope. 

The hope of all things being made new. 

I weep as I type the words. 

All things. 

I am filled to the brim and overflowing with hope.

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