My little one decided that four a.m. was the most reasonable hour to wake his parents this morning. After much coercion and rocking back and forth on my end, the stinker finally gave in to a few more hours of sweet slumber. As a new mom, one of my favorite moments are the quiet ones. The moments I can lie and stare at my sleeping baby and watch his chest rise and fall. The moments I catch a sweet smile on his lips while he is dreaming of something happy. My grandmother once said that when a baby smiles in their sleep that means they are playing with angels! Well, if you’ve ever caught a baby giving you a sleepy grin then you know this must be the only explanation.
For me, one of the best moments of the day are in the mornings. While the rest of the world sleeps, I lie awake and watch the sun slowly creep into my home and cast an orangish glow onto the walls. I hear the birds in the large cedar tree outside my window singing the loveliest melody because they are happy and thankful. They sing praises to the One who created it all.
Before I ever set foot out of bed, I am overwhelmed by the blessings in my life. I get to wake up and do this everyday! I get to experience another twenty-four hours full of Gods love and mercy. Another day to be called Mommy! There will be a day in the future that I won’t be able to lie here and watch my baby sleeping peacefully. He will be in his own bed and I will be missing him in mine. But, for now, I will just stay here and be still and be thankful for these quiet moments. The moments I can just take it all in and appreciate this gift of motherhood.






























When football season begins, my husbands inner man-fan comes out! There’s a whole lot of jumping, shouting, celebrating, and sulking that goes along with being married to a hardcore football fanatic. When we were first married, I refused to be one of those women..you know, the football widows. The wives who lose their husbands for several months out of the year and when January or February rolls around you’re like, “Oh, hey! Where have you been hiding?” I didn’t want to be the one who didn’t know the difference between a punt or a fumble. Or the one who couldn’t care less if their team just made the biggest play in college football history. I couldn’t accept the idea that my husband could enjoy something so intensely and me not share in one of his life passions. So, when J and I married, I made a secret pact with myself that I would learn absolutely everything I could about this sport that my husband so deeply enjoyed.



