Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Tapestry of Motherhood


Motherhood.
I love this word, I mean l-o-v-e it.
It encompasses a wonder of many things, endless emotions, and constant demand.  The tapestry is a beauty of fabrics, each intertwining creating an indescribable masterpiece on display.  
Right now, this mama thing is bringing out the cheerleader with a side of I'm-a-complete-nut.
Sister pulled to stand today.
Yep.  
She only lasted a few seconds but you best believe I was cheering and clapping and quite sure have completely convinced sweet Bunny that I am in fact completely nuts.

It's true.

We are celebrating this milestone.  
We've thrown out the norm, the calendar, the timeline of when babies should be.  She will ___ pull up, walk, and talk when she's ready.  And when she does, we will celebrate and I will try not to cry.  

And maybe I will just cry like a baby because I just can't help it.
Motherhood.

It's carrying babies to bed upstairs at the end of a long day when she's far past this phase, but she's asked me to and my heart simply cannot decline her plea.
It's choosing to not find peace in productivity and instead choosing them, to sit and play and most likely make more messes to be cleaned up later.  
Motherhood is all of the loveliness and beauty of His trustworthy provision of heavenly gifts, the entrustment of royalty of the next generation that will change this world.  Motherhood is the daily grinds of laundry and diapers, laying the foundation of training up warriors to shake up the kingdom of darkness.  

And it's really hard.

With Jonathan...he and his beautiful wife will soon be on this journey and we just can't wait!


It's the floor to ceiling mirror that reflects to me my ugliness and flaws I don't want sewn into my babies and so desperately crave the Lord's intervention to quickly remove and replace with better.  His better.
I found the girls sleeping as they held hands.  I'll take Precious Moments for 300, Alex.


Sometimes the sacrifice and challenge leave me weary and feeling like I have nothing left.
And sometimes that happens by 8am.

His mercies are new every morning.  Sometimes I need a double portion.  He is always faithful.
And while we're talkin' double portions, homemade French Vanilla Creamer came to the rescue this morning.  
French Vanilla Creamer
1 c. whole milk
1 c. heavy cream
4 tbl. syrup
1 tbl. vanilla extract 
- whisk over medium heat, turn off heat and cover for 30 minutes
I think one of my favorite memories is having my babies in the winter, shuffling into the kitchen for a cup of coffee in one hand, and a sweet lil' nugget in the other.

Bliss.

Motherhood is kissing those pink newborn cheeks over and over because she's so sweet and tender.  Staying up all night to hold her because that's what she wants and needs and this mama's contending heart for royalty leaves her with nothing but endless love and affection for her new gift.  
Anniston Joy.  
There are so many phases to this motherhood journey that make my heart swell with joy and tears.  Newborn noises and crossed little feet are the best.  Hands down.
Welcome little one.

It's giving into her wishes of simplicity and just us, no singing of 'happy birthday' and a quiet evening together, in true Sophie style.













I'm learning to embrace this masterpiece He is weaving, the masterpiece He is entrusting me with.  

I'm choosing to align my heart with only His truth, because nothing else will suffice and I can sense the moment I've allowed a lie to take the needle and thread.
Because tomorrow holds a fresh start, a blank canvas, and a new day.  
To tell her she's loved and mark her heart with the truth that she is valuable and precious.
To write the words, to sew them deep into her heart how much I love her.

And tomorrow this fabric, this tapestry, will surround her.

"For we are His masterpiece, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which He prepared before so that we would walk in them."
Ephesians 2:10

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thanksgiving Goodness

Thanksgiving gloriously delivered.

And by delivered I mean waves of goodness.

The kickoff going something like me asking, okay begging Chris to hike up to the attic and drag down my tubs of Christmas decorations.  He eventually caved in and while babies took in some Polar Express and hot cocoa, I worked myself into a frenzy of garland and snowmen.

Wave of goodness.

We packed up our crew and headed to Dallas to see Chris' family.  Keurig Gingerbread coffee and Sportscenter Top 10 were awaiting our conclusion evening drive.  Cousins poured out of the house picking up our babies with giggles and stories.

Wave of goodness continues.



The week would ensue with crowded meals of cousins outnumbering adults.  Dinner theater at the Muppets, exploring the forest, Cinderella on repeat.  The goodness was filling up our hearts and blessing our souls.











The best blessing of the trip, sweet Sophie Lynn turned 3, sharing a birthday with her cousin Austin.  I can't believe she's 3.  Because it was only yesterday she hollered in the operating room and made her entrance. Cuddling on my shoulder with her newborn scent and tenderness.  The perfect blend of fire and sweetness.

My girl fits perfectly into the middle of this house of pink.  She blesses us with her silent assassin agendas and sheer determination.  We couldn't love her more.
And since she detests grand celebrations and attention, we are sneaking in birthday celebratory bursts whenever possible.

Happy birthday precious one.

And as much as we wanted the goodness to continue, it was time to pack up.

Home we came to our warm beds and cozy decor.  Another feast and more waves were on the horizon.

I needed left overs.  And I needed them now.

Pioneer Woman is legit and thanks to her blog and about 3 pounds of butter, a spread was served up.  (Recipes used below)

My one recommendation, Pumpkin Cream Pie.

Her simple recipe has me convinced I may never have regular ole pumpkin pie again.
Because this was just a Thanksgiving party in your mouth.


My mom and brother came in on a wave too.  Plenty of playing, cooking, and squeezing in more birthday celebrations for Sophie.















Which includes bustin' a move over chips and salsa, because why not.  Little does she know, we're not done yet.

Pizza and her now requested deep blue cake with flowers are coming.




The best part, this turkey holiday is only the beginning.
The beginning of winter.  Trading recipes fashioned with pumpkin puree' for gingerbread and cranberries.  But not before taking one last nibble on some Pumpkin French Toast.

Pumpkin French Toast
1 loaf pumpkin bread
3 eggs
1 1/2 c. heavy cream or half & half
1 tsp. cinnamon
- whip it all up, slap some butter on your griddle, dip sliced bread in batter and toast it up
Farewell pumpkin, we'll miss you.

The beginning of Christmas morsels has officially begun and this house is ready.

Thanksgiving was just simply fantastic.
We are thankful for the waves of goodness in this season.  Thankful for family, thankful for friends.
And thankful for Pumpkin Cream Pie too.
Good groceries.

Recipes for Thanksgiving from the mama...
Turkey: inside filled with apples, carrots, onions, garlic, lemons and outside rub basted with butter and cooked it like this.
Used Target's Market Pantry for stuffing
Used the French Onion box recipe for Green Bean Casserole
Used Sister Schubert wheat rolls