Expectations.

I’ve been thinking a lot about expectations and the life I expected to be living. But honestly, I have been very hesitant to write about it because I feel like anytime you make the statement “life didn’t meet my expectations”, it immediately carries a negative connotation. And, if I am about to make that statement, I didn’t want it to automatically come across that way. Let me try to explain. Read more…

Due Dates and Promises

One quiet Saturday morning in April 2011 I took the most important test of my life. A pregnancy test. As shocked as I was to see the positive result, it didn’t take long before I began planning and calculating. One of the first things I calculated was my due date. I wanted to know when this promise of a new life would be on the outside for me to meet in person. My calculations told me I could expect to meet my little love on December 12, 2011. Read more…

Little Love Letters: Your Hat

My Sweet Girl,

The other day I read to you one of my favorite children’s books. But like many children’s books, the message of the story is so applicable to adults. And I have a feeling it was written in retrospect, when the author was thinking “I wish I had learned this sooner.” The story is “A Hat for Ivan” by Max Lucado. Read more…

Little Love Letters: On the Day You Were Born

My dear Aria,
I tend to think I have the perfect memory. There are so many things I can remember with great detail. And then at other times I am shocked when I try to recall something and the memory seems dim. And I fear the times when memories ultimately fade away into some abyss only to be pulled back up by random happenings. The story of your birth is one of those memories I believe nearly impossible to forget. Read more…

Little Love Letters: Your Name

My dear Aria Lynn, I want to share with you how your name was chosen and what your daddy and I are praying over you daily whenever we say your sweet name. Many people hear your name and simply think we chose it because 1- it’s pretty and 2- I used to sing. However, there is so much more to your name. Let me start at the beginning.

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Little Love Letters: I Get to be Your Mom

Your arrival should be any day now. As it gets closer, my impatience gets intolerable and my excitement to finally meet you is immeasurable. I hope to someday be able to have words adequate to tell you everything you’ve done for me, even in these months leading up to our big face-to-face introduction, but until I find adequate words, I hope these ones give you a glimpse into your significance in my life. Read more…

Little Love Letters: Important Life Lesson #2

“The only thing constant in life is change.”
— Francois de la Rochefoucauld

My Little Love, if you can learn this at an early age, you’ll be far better off than me! I actually prefer to paraphrase this quote to say: “ShiFt Happens!” Some people are really good at it; at navigating change. Others, not so much. Your mom, not so much. Read more…

My Three Words

Recently, the Father’s House started a “3 Word” challenge: to publicly express the 3 words you would use to describe what God has done in you since you began your journey at TFH. The challenge is a lot harder than I would have imagined. To try and express everything that has been developed, grown, challenged and birthed in me over the last several years in 3 words is quite difficult. Read more…

Little Love Letters: Important Life Lesson #1

“You can’t choose what happens to you. But you do choose how to respond.”

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My Love, as a Dad.

I met Matthew (officially) in the fall of 2002. I fell in love with him just a few short months after. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him almost immediately. He is the most consistent, solid, thoughtful man I know. He’s my stability, my “rock.” The best part is, I know he’s going to be that for our “Little Love” as well. How do I know that? Well, I’ve had the incredible opportunity to watch him as an uncle- and I just know that the love I see will only be magnified once its our own baby we’re talking about. Read more…