tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35507931452681054292023-11-15T23:49:19.034-08:00Love in AbundanceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-21570019703097385552013-03-28T08:56:00.000-07:002013-03-28T08:56:01.436-07:00Three years in<br />
I think there are choices in all our lives that at some point we questioned if we have made the "right" choice. When pieces seem to be missing or all the hard work just feels like wheels are spinning and no forward momentum is happening. When our original passion is replaced by fear. Questions start bombarding. We can get so overwhelmed with wanting to know if the future will be better than today that we forget to live in today.<br />
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Here's the thing. I have realized that when I ask that question, "did I make the right choice?" rarely is it a <i>yes</i> or <i>no</i> answer that I am looking for. I am seeing the things in my life that force me through discomfort are also the things that cause growth, change my world perspective and push me harder towards an intentional life. Things that seem the most risky and unknown cause me to do that hard inner work that on the other side seem the most worth the effort. When I keep pushing through the discomfort and beg fear to leave, slowly I realize that I am gaining a life that I would never trade. Difficulty, uncertainty and learning to give more than I may have wanted, have given me glimpses of a life more alive than I could imagine.<br />
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I am thankful for my children. The way our lives have come together and the life they bring. Even when the unknown seems like good reason to fear, they give me every hope that love is the greater answer and will win every time I stands up to fear.<br />
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To three beautiful children, on my third year into this life as their mother.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-76387344707377462112012-12-19T22:38:00.000-08:002012-12-19T22:44:00.636-08:00So I can sleep...Each year, this night opens a gate of emotions that have been held back. On this night, I let myself go "there". On my side in the hospital bed, watching the snow fall out my window. The street lamps 5 floors down were just enough to illuminate the soft dropping of snow. Yellow and calm. The monitor doing its job behind me and David laying in the extra bed in front of me. My tears were falling about as fast as the snow outside. Begging Jesus. Please. Please. Please. The room was dark. We were supposed to be resting for what was ahead the next morning. Twice in the middle of the night two different nurses came to my bedside, they must have known I wouldn't be sleeping, they came to hug me because their shift was over and they were going home. Looking back, they must have thought we were we just babies ourselves. Their kindness still overcomes me. That night I tried to imagine the next day, and then I would try to push those thoughts as far as I could. We had been trying to stop labor for days, but tomorrow, we were letting nature take her course.<br />
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The difference between that night four years ago, and tonight is this;<br />
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Even though I still don't know what tomorrow holds, I know that each day that I have breathed, life has filled me. Even then, the pain, loss and devastation touched me. Yes, it hurt, so bad. And even now my body can ache for what we lost, but through our loss we found so much more. Or maybe, so much more found us.<br />
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And tonight I tucked 3 sweet, over sugared little babies in their beds.<br />
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Tonight I wished I could time travel back and whisper to my grieving self back then that it will all be beautiful. Not easy, but good. It hurts to remember myself so broken and sad. But I believe I had to learn to see beauty in a new way. I believe I am still learning.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-57786941587670528642012-10-01T20:52:00.001-07:002012-10-01T20:52:56.985-07:00Go OutsideToday I left the mess, the piles of laundry, neglected dinner planning, forgot about nap schedules. Chose not to mow the lawn or catch up on emails. I didn't even comb my hair. Even though I am now seeing everything I didn't do today, life was beautifully spent. We drove through gorgeous shades of fall deep into the mountains to play in fresh river water. Climbed rocks, ate pbj and dirt and froze our toes numb. Our autumns are short and precious here. And I feel the first snow coming. Needing to see the green, yellow and blue hues before they are quietly resting under their winter blanket of white, the mountains needed to be visited.<br />
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We had no plan of a destination or trail to hike. We just went to play, to be. It is wonderful to see children playing, without toys. Engaged, explorative and for the most part content. And honestly, I take them out largely because I too, need to play outside. Homes, hot dinners, beautiful flowers and nice lawns are wonderful gifts in adulthood, but if not placed in the right priority, we too miss out on the fun in life, the adventure.<br />
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We invited our neighbors to go with us today, so the two of us moms managed to keep 7 littles safe, not clean...just safe, and we had a great time!<br />
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Okay, even though I wanted that to be the end, I couldn't. I don't think there's much worse than going to bed with that kind of mind-set. Sure, there are days that we don't want to revisit in life, but today was just a mediocre, dull, long sort of day. And I hate it when those kind of days win. They win when they end that way. </div>
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Long story short, I think today (and yesterday for that matter) were hard to keep anyones attention. I was feeling less than creative and short on sleep, and patience. The kids were like herding kittens, or more like fussy, mean, feral kittens that throw all the nice meals you make them on the floor. I wanted to pack a little nap sack and run away, then come back at dinner or whenever I missed home. But instead I stuck it out with a grumpy, sleepy mood.</div>
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I was about to shuffle, defeated, to bed. I went to do one more round down the hall to check on my now peaceful kittens when I saw my camera out. I remembered I had sat on the grass tonight and snapped photos of the kids. So I loaded the pictures on the computer and somehow the camera only remembered the sweet moments of tonight. </div>
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Sweet life. A good life. No matter how hard today was, this is what I will think about when I drift into precious sleep... and I will have won.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-29874722966984158322012-07-22T14:30:00.001-07:002012-07-22T14:30:25.176-07:00Summer, Oh SummerEvery year summer comes with much anticipation. And this year it is screaming by at a rate I've never experienced. We've had some great times, tiring times, and times we will never forget!<br />
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I've been lazy about taking my camera along since I love how easy and packable my trusty iPhone camera is. So this weekend I left my phone at home (on accident) but it turned out to be the best accident. I picked up my SLR and captured the fun, beauty and and crankiness of tent camping with three babes.<br />
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I hope you enjoy some of our summer outings and home activities in the next few weeks!<br />
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<a href=”http://letthekids.com/kids/the-summer-shot-list/”><img src=”http://letthekids.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Summershotlistbutton.jpg” alt=”letthekids.com” /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-40514821177151076862012-04-27T15:04:00.000-07:002012-04-27T15:04:37.700-07:00Let me tell you a story...A few nights ago I was tucking our oldest in bed. Giving him lots of kisses and snuggles as he requested. I don't remember how it came about, I think I may have called him a baby; he replied saying "I grew in your tummy like Nienie (his little sis)." He sat up in bed and pushed his index finger into my stomach and said "Right there!" I didn't expect his words to pain me like they did. Not really for how hard it is to explain the complications of adoption to a three year old, but more for the pain I never want him to feel. I quickly tried to suppress the pain and frankly a little bit of the shock of his statement, it caught me off guard. I said something like "Oh Zach, remember how you got to have two mommies, one where you grew in her tummy and loved you so much she looked for the best family for you, and one mommy that gets to see you every day, and is SOO happy you came to live with her." Ugh, it always sounds so weird, even to me, an adult who understands the complicated process. I tried to tell him how happy daddy and I were that we got to be his mommy and daddy now. I suck at telling him, searching for the best words, and hoping some of my own disappointment in the way a mother could be so wasteful with her precious gift doesn't come out in my tone. We always try to put the birth mom in the best light we can... that she loved him so much she wanted the best for him. It feels like a hard story to tell.<br />
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Today we were snuggled up in our bed, WAY too early this morning. David was awake but had his eyes closed, I was sitting up telling a very energetic boy to settle down. He started "Let me tell you a story..." He gets confused. You see, he makes that statement and then nothing follows. We finally figured out he wants US to tell HIM a story. I'm sure he will figure it out soon, I hope. Anyway, I obliged.<br />
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"Once upon a time there were a mommy and daddy who searched ALL OVER the State of Oregon looking for the perfect baby boy. They wanted a baby boy to love, so they looked all over. They looked in the mountains, in the city, in the country and by the rivers." A little voice interjected "And at the beep too" (the "beep" means his grandparents loft downtown in a nearby city). "And at the beep too" I echoed. "They looked high and low, far and near, everywhere they knew to look. They wanted a boy who liked to play outside, and in the mountains, and at the parks. A boy who liked garbage trucks and..." I got cut off so he could say ..."tractors and Kubota rides" and in sweet, sweet unison we both said "choo choo trains". He giggled, I laughed and fought tears and Davids eyes smiled. I honestly don't remember much of the next few sentences because that moment felt SO good, so sweet and so real. I went on to tell him about the phone call that made us laugh and jump and cry because we were so happy our little boy had been found. Our perfect little boy. I told him about the first time we met him and he had a binky in his mouth, he then showed me how he liked to suck a binky. I told him about how he would climb up his little slide and then slide down, over and over and over and over and over... and then every once in a while he would go get a drink of milk. He interrupted again "I really like milk". Then I told him while everyone wanted to hug and kiss him, Papa Brent just scooped him up and kissed him, and that he really liked it. "I really love Papa Brent" he said with sweet eyes. "I know. He really loves you." He started to look a little bored, so I said "And the very first morning you ever woke up in your new house, you peed on mommy and daddy's bed. Right here." He laughed, oh he laughed!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-15800696715263462322012-04-19T12:12:00.000-07:002012-04-19T12:12:39.111-07:00stores and childrenIt happened. It finally happened. My wildest dream came true. Do you sense some sarcasm?<br />
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Before children, I had seen some things that made me say "I would never do X" or "Let my children do X" or "Act like X". You get the picture.<br />
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After a few years of having a few children, I have since made some concessions and allowed a little grace to parents that live a little... freer than myself.<br />
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Still there are things that I think NEVER! Just to give an example; I keep my iPhone handy at Safeway to capture things that make me laugh or shake my head.<br />
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A recent favorite was this experience; We use these carts...ALOT! There are four seat-belts. Need<br />
I say more? It clearly states not to sit children on top of the car. I thought it made sense and seemed silly even to mention it... I was clearly proved wrong...<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-65348823446075790582012-04-15T22:02:00.000-07:002012-04-15T22:02:29.263-07:00Three months inOh the fragility of the human existence. Why is it that growth feels as death? Before the beauty of a bloom is seen, months of cold, dark earth surrounds the plant as it struggles to reach the surface where it needs to be encouraged by not only the warmth of the sun but also the hard rains of Spring to show its beauty. And the moments right before a baby takes in her very first breath on this earth, sheer pain and deep struggle the mother bares as she brings life to the newborn.<br />
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Though every intention of our second adoption has been pure and hopeful, the reality of my limits have been painful. My heart longs to love as a saint. As Mother Theresa gave her life in such a remarkable, and yet such a painfully humble way, I so desire to be able to give of myself. I'm sure you can imagine my disappointment when day after day I fell (fall) embarrassingly short. "What?! I'm not a saint?!" Jokingly and tearfully I'd think. "God, Oh God" I whisper, "please help me love, help me be calm." Stress, tears, more stress, exhaustion and frustration would seem to answer my prayers. Then finally this week, I broke. While noodles flew across the dining room and the screaming had reached a new level, I sat on the floor and cried. I guess I had held it together just enough to prolong this moment for three months. Not to say that every day has been bad, we have had some really good days. We had just commented about a general feeling of having a grasp on life again, as well as a having a short lull in the screaming. Just in the very recent week, it felt as though we were going backwards, loosing positive and hard worked for ground. Progress felt as though it had stopped and small pieces were being ripped from my hands. Nothing real specific or even horrific. But to have the overwhelming feeling come back with screaming in tow, hurt, hard.<br />
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I don't really know what I am trying to say exactly. I know it isn't earth shattering to find that you really aren't that wonderful of a person. That sometimes all my love and energies run dry. It hurts when the sacrifices being made seem to be falling short. And when everything you have isn't enough. Tears keep pouring out and I didn't think I'd make it through lunch, let alone the rest of the day. My human strength was not enough and my pure intentions did nothing to help me off the floor. After finishing the day, I found myself crying on my mom's kitchen floor the next morning, only to be followed by more crying in my friends living room that afternoon. Each crying session was less painful, and thankfully the last two were near people other than toddlers and babies. So here is my early stages of something that will help with the blooming and birthing process...<br />
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It is in that painful moment that you realize I am mere bones and flesh. Yet, though I am only human, I am also a child of the Divine. And this relationship with the Divine pours love and grace back through me. Somehow I am both broken <i>and</i> mended. Broken enough to know it is not I who contains pure love but mended enough to give love to those in my life.<br />
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Also, no matter how hard we work at it, life is still life. Wild and unpredictable. And no amount of hard work or goodwill can master it's turns and hills. No, life cannot and will not be mastered. Yet, this little person, this weak, tired person holds the key to seeing the beauty at each turn and the views from both the top and the bottom of each hill. Some places aren't so beautiful and fun to visit, and thats okay, but each stop and start are valuable to the journey and it's story.<br />
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I can joyfully report that life is full, full of kids too! Never would I have thought that our family would end up growing quite like this. One year after we lost the twins, we were sad to celebrate the one year anniversary in a quiet house. The next year we had Zachary home and I was 6 months pregnant! This year, we have almost 3 year old Zach, 9 month old Charlie AND, we are expecting Zach's 1 year old, full biological brother to join our family in 4 short weeks! Yes, we are going to have 3 kids by mid January! We have been showered by the mercy and abundant joy of God's providence in our lives.<br />
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In a very complicated and heart wrenching way, yet very poetic all the same, two sweet little boys that never came home, made the way for two brothers to grow up together. We are scared and overwhelmed at the idea of having 3 kids 3 and younger, yet at peace and are excited to welcome the new one into our home and hearts.<br />
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In time the sharp pain has been dulled by the busy life of being a mother. Yet in some ways, knowing the joys and trials of being a mom make the pain deeper. I now know what we missed out on. Holding and nursing Charlene has been an incredible experience of bonding with my child. Knowing that I missed out on that, twice, pushes tears to my eyes during sweet moments of precious cuddling. Seeing Zach's zeal and love for life in the way that only a two-year-old boy can express, make us wish we could have seen two little boys jumping and running through our home. But, we are so thankful for the children that we have here with us. And thankful for the experience and short moments with the twins. Our lives would have been different had they lived, but now, we can't imagine life any other way.<br />
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I've wanted to put together pictures and some in utero video we have of the twins. I guess I wasn't ready until this week. I hadn't watch the video at all since they were born. I finally worked up the courage to pull it out of the box and watch it a few nights ago. Tiny hands and feet were on the camera and a small glimpse of one of their faces. This was while I was still pregnant. I wept. I haven't cried like that in a few years. It felt good. Even though I am so thankful and happy with my life and the children we have, I still miss them, I miss what could have been. I made a short slideshow and have watched it over and over. I guess it has been therapeutical. I wanted to post it here for anyone who would like to watch it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><u>That being said, it was made by their mom. Someone who thinks they are completely beautiful and perfect, even though I now can see how sick and premature they really were. I am not offended if you don't want to watch it. I know images of premature babies can be frightening to some. To me, they couldn't be any more perfect, but I recognize that I have a privileged view. </u></span><br />
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So thankful for the opportunity to raise sweet, healthy children. Basically, that's all I have to say. Maybe I can write more in the future, but for now life seems full at the Henry home. So thankful for a home, warm beds, and healthy kids.<br />
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Zach and Lydia just can't get enough of each other!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-34905607084919852972011-06-28T21:33:00.000-07:002011-06-28T21:33:01.979-07:00Summer FunWe've been waiting for Summer all Spring and now that it is here it is flying by! I picked a beautiful bowl of strawberries from our yard tonight. Hanging baskets are in full bloom. The sprinklers are running and Zach is loving being outside almost all day!<br />
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Here are some photos from my cell phone. I tend to have it more handy than my camera these days so I get a few more photos of our recent happenings. <br />
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Zach holding baby Charlene. He calls her Charlene and it is SO cute!<br />
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A sweet morning nap.<br />
Speaking of naps... everyone was actually sleeping, except for Zach...<br />
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Awake and sweet as always!<br />
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I ran the Sawtooth Relay with some lady friends a few weeks ago. 62 miles of pure mountainous beauty!<br />
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Zach taking a hit of a Clif Shot after a Sunday morning family run at the track.<br />
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Not the greatest photo, but this is Charlie and her new cousin Romie sharing Romie's swing.<br />
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The other cousin, Romie's big sister, Lydia. Wearing her favorite "Bruno" tshirt from Jenny.<br />
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A favorite new baby card my Aunt Patty sent me. She made the comment inside the card "If this guy can't tell the difference between breast milk and ranch...then he deserves to dip his veggies in breast milk!" Thanks for the laugh... It's still sitting on my kitchen counter.<br />
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Zach's new backyard furniture...and if you can see in the background...we have a yard!!<br />
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Zach's first movie at the theaters. Cars 2! He was really more excited about ALL that popcorn!<br />
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So believe or not, the circus came to our town today! (Just for today)<br />
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Zach, David, Danielle and I all went and watched. It was SO hot in there Zach started peeling his clothes. Fun night and good memories! <br />
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So, back to my question. When the last eye rolls into the back of their sweet little heads, should I...<br />
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Clean up from lunch?<br />
Make dinner?<br />
Fold that basket of laundry?<br />
Watch reality TV? <br />
Pull weeds?<br />
Take a nap myself?<br />
Pick up all the <strike>deadly foot traps</strike> toy trucks?<br />
Finish eating my lunch?<br />
Mow the yard?<br />
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A family picture during graduation weekend.<br />
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My sweet little niece. <br />
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So happy for my little brother!<br />
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There she is again :)<br />
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I just love, love this photo of David with the kids. He's a natural!<br />
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It is really hard to explain those early moments. Exhaustion and pure elation. Deep satisfaction and great awe. Counting all the toes and fingers and studying each detail of her. Such pride and fulfillment. I have to say that I thought I would be very emotional once she came, but I was so overwhelmed with excitement I don't remember any tears. I might have cried but was too tired to have tears I guess. It wasn't until we buckled her into the car seat and I realized that we were bringing this baby home that the emotions took over. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxEKDYNijqvXY0TLadBJ6974jxXfy4mhOjMLYWe8BfFjSHIPAAR7gVZJWYl3G_9F3z6hJbtTqpm7XshVhHFWUhq2JCT6VUin0Ar9mNHF6Z6zyaibikv3j5nXSGq_MFwcVbj8S_65QEZ8/s1600/IMG_6168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxEKDYNijqvXY0TLadBJ6974jxXfy4mhOjMLYWe8BfFjSHIPAAR7gVZJWYl3G_9F3z6hJbtTqpm7XshVhHFWUhq2JCT6VUin0Ar9mNHF6Z6zyaibikv3j5nXSGq_MFwcVbj8S_65QEZ8/s400/IMG_6168.jpg" /></a></div>The greatest contrast between leaving a hospital without my babies, to bringing home a daughter a few short years later. The redemption in this moment will forever be with me. <br />
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So here we are almost 5 weeks later. David is back to work. The kids and I are settling into a new normal. I wouldn't call it scheduled, each day is different, full of unpredictable moments. Zach is learning to be a gentle big brother. He is actually doing very well. I'm learning how to let things go and yet, keep up with things. Motherhood is quite unique. Talking with another mom friend, we decided that it is full of contradictions. Such as, time goes by so fast and yet so slowly. Staying home can feel very lonely at times, and yet you never feel like you have a moment to yourself. Letting the cleaning and chores go, and yet not neglecting your house completely. Balance, balance, balance... And yet, today, while I was working on preparing dinner, I caught my reflection in the microwave door. A few tears welled up, I looked awful. My hair looking slept on, the hooded sweater I've worn for weeks, pajama pants, and did I mention the purple half moons under my eyes? The tears really weren't because I looked so scary, but a true and deep contentment for my life. Even with all the food and dirt piling in the corners of my kitchen floor, a constant smell of milk on everything I own, an energetic two-year old painting my wall with his mac and cheese and thirty piles of laundry. I wouldn't trade today with anyone. Midnight feedings, really, they are magical. Quiet as it can be, just a sweet baby cuddled in close to her momma. Nothing else is going on and we can just be the two of us. With a sweet husband sleeping next to me and a precious little boy dreaming of Papas and trucks, the world feels right. For as tiring as a day in our house can be, the nights are peaceful. I am blessed. <br />
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More of my happy babies...<br />
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We have a slight addiction in our home currently. Zach watches 'Cars' at least once a day (no judgment, it gets us through). He is completely caught up in the movie, and I'm sure he has seen it at least 40 times. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzIAHbBL74-FXY79M0jsud8v997Bk8B88ulH4UjDV7Pncus4caCOCZD9WHYJiQn4cOv-1owyXJgRJyq0wof47SrjIuzYJRKlWsfPpycOLxFFEX5xq8MxjBmAeCebXcXcSPhhEq6PDga4/s1600/IMG_0554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzIAHbBL74-FXY79M0jsud8v997Bk8B88ulH4UjDV7Pncus4caCOCZD9WHYJiQn4cOv-1owyXJgRJyq0wof47SrjIuzYJRKlWsfPpycOLxFFEX5xq8MxjBmAeCebXcXcSPhhEq6PDga4/s400/IMG_0554.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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To showers, 8 hours of continuous sleep, fresh makeup, and spit-up free clothes, I won't trade my sweet babies for you.<br />
-Alyssa<br />
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Pregnancy can do quite a ditty on a woman's emotions and mental stability. I like to think that I am pretty stable and sound individual, but let me tell you, I have had my fair share of rough days these last few months. <br />
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I've tried not to post every little concern, thought and aspect of my pregnancy on this blog. Some of it is just to much information, and some of it is good for me to write in my personal journal and keep it out of the massive overload of personal information out in the blog spheres. <br />
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Everything has been going really great this pregnancy. I've made it to all the crucial developmental weeks. I have had some great friends to travel through the process with. A Dr. who has understood fears and concerns about 'last time' but has reassured that we CAN have a healthy experience 'this time'. Family that has helped out in many, many areas.<br />
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A few weeks ago we feel into a small percentage of pregnancies where the baby isn't head down. After a few weeks of trying numerous things to 'flip' the baby, we spent alot of time talking and ultimately deciding to do a procedure to flip the baby at the hospital. (Called an <a href="http://www.webmd.com/baby/external-cephalic-version-version-for-breech-position">ECV</a>.) There are some minor risks involved, and it was hard not to feel like we would inevitably fall into that percentage. I started to feel sorry for myself. Thinking about the twins. How everything went wrong. We feel into every small/worst possibility. Then this time to find out the baby was breech, which only happens in about 7% of pregnancies this far along. Was it worth the risk? Even though the benefit was much higher. <br />
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Cue husband. During one of my "poor me" days, whether I was crying or not, I don't remember, David was listening to me vent and be super negative about the situation. (To my credit, I had tried almost everything to flip this baby! From handstands in the pool to wearing headphones in my pants for the easy listening enjoyment of the baby! HA!)During this chat we had, David said "It can be easy to feel sorry for yourself about all the valid times we have fallen into less than desirable percentages. But we have to think about the times those same small percentages have paid to be some of our most positive experiences. Not very many people adopt, and even fewer end up with a kid like Zachary." <br />
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A lot more could be said here, but there is no need.<br />
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I wasn't going to share about the situation with the baby, I knew it would work out someway or another, plus the more people that know, the more drama, and the more updating you feel you have to do. Living in a small town with a large family on both sides doesn't always aid in keeping secrets. People at the gift shop, dentist office, parenting class and so on were all happy to know that the baby was moved into the right position yesterday by a great team of doctors. Everything went smoothly. Even this afternoon a friend who had heard came by and dropped off a gift certificate for a meal out so I don't have to cook one night. <br />
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So with half of our town knowing, I thought I would share here as well. <br />
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To self pity days, too much snow in February, even my fat pants don't fit days, and when we fall into percentages that don't feel fair, we each, really have so much to be thankful for.<br />
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Happy Tuesday!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-61614062223938609472011-02-20T14:44:00.000-08:002011-02-20T14:44:42.512-08:00Photo updateYes, it has been forever since I've blogged. And it might be forever before I blog again. We are fast approaching the delivery day for this little Henry baby and it seems like I am running on fumes. My energy levels are at an all time low, while Zach's just get higher and higher every day! The two of us make quite the pair!<br />
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Zach turned two last month and is talking rapidly. He is growing taller by the day it seems. He is such a delight, and even though he can give me a good run for my money, my heart melts every time he lets me rock him like a baby. He is obsessed with trains, and lucky for him, all the grandmas and papas love to feed his addiction. It is pretty cute to watch him interact with all his papa's. He loves them each dearly and erupts with excitement whenever he sees one of them. <br />
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Enough with the talking, here are some pictures of over the past 6 weeks.<br />
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We took a 10 day trip to Palm Springs with David's family right after Christmas.<br />
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Oh yeah, since then, we took the Binky away. Oh man! That could be a blog post all on it's own. Could possibly be two of the most difficult weeks of my life. In hindsight I can say it was probably worth it. <b>Probably</b> is the key word. <br />
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Next we had Zach's 2nd Birthday. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxIt_z8fHYzXrogRNip-gDaZ2Tm2hja3iDVtmmWs3aCjz6zGixAzejH3o6F78P6wZiBdo0Wdcj858sGgxcwIFfmC4kZCBwT0AO8PlPCcO3lUVTYtdEKHJi7IXokAi8yyb752IejJsmUg/s1600/IMG_6059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxIt_z8fHYzXrogRNip-gDaZ2Tm2hja3iDVtmmWs3aCjz6zGixAzejH3o6F78P6wZiBdo0Wdcj858sGgxcwIFfmC4kZCBwT0AO8PlPCcO3lUVTYtdEKHJi7IXokAi8yyb752IejJsmUg/s400/IMG_6059.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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My family and wonderful friends threw me a baby shower last week. It was beautiful! Two of my friends are also expecting babies in the next few weeks!<br />
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Over the last few days we have been snowed on, again! Oh! I thought Spring was in the air! <br />
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Yesterday Zach and I were invited out to a friends horse arena. It was snowing, again, but we had a great time petting and feeding the horses treats. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1x1fpaJ1Twm5ZJtGh7FXp5NFp94u7HMRhd3fzaNS3W-hY70G5gWsLNuCViLq0tzLjqTzg_ghjScyYZdnNGhyphenhyphenjOEfrwt3n5Tto8fg1D_e4mlFoWn-X2Y73yfihtTICiA7t8Vfn4Txw3g/s1600/IMG_9933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1x1fpaJ1Twm5ZJtGh7FXp5NFp94u7HMRhd3fzaNS3W-hY70G5gWsLNuCViLq0tzLjqTzg_ghjScyYZdnNGhyphenhyphenjOEfrwt3n5Tto8fg1D_e4mlFoWn-X2Y73yfihtTICiA7t8Vfn4Txw3g/s400/IMG_9933.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Lastly, I got an iPhone about a week ago!!!! So here are a few photos that have made me smile.<br />
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Today we remember breathlessly holding two babies. Soft snow laying a white background. We could never tell you through our tears and pain, that we would be okay. The next day seemed impossible, let alone months and years. <br />
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Yet, here we are. Two years later. It is pretty incredible the transformation and beauty that can be birthed in sorrow. Not saying that we are perfect, quite the contrary. We learn how to live with the imperfections, we embrace our humanity. We are fearfully and wonderfully made, and yet we live in a fallen world. It is in the shadows that we realize the beauty of the light. <br />
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Two tiny lives that we never really knew have given us a chance to ask questions about life that may have never been asked. <br />
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Two years ago, another woman was only a month from giving birth to a child, she too, could not keep. Completely different situations and stories, but I have to believe similar heartache. We don't plan these things.<br />
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Two lives made way for another child's future. The situation opened our home and hearts for a different path to becoming parents. <br />
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Here we are, tree lights twinkling, snow fall again, Christmas wrap on the floor. During a time of year that has shown us such pain, our hearts are full with the anticipation of Christmas. A little boy's excitement for small and wonderful things. Two parents anxiously await the birth of the new baby. The warmth of a memory of two sweet lives that never were, and yet are always here. <br />
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David shared a song with me yesterday. The whole song is wonderful, but this one verse grabbed us both.<br />
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the table is set and our glasses are full<br />
though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole<br />
we’ll build new traditions in place of the old<br />
‘cause life without revision will silence our souls<br />
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Merry Christmas.<br />
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SNOW<br />
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the branches have traded their leaves for white sleeves<br />
all warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe<br />
scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees<br />
christmas lights tangle in knots annually<br />
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our families huddle closely<br />
betting warmth against the cold<br />
but our bruises seem to surface<br />
like mud beneath the snow<br />
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so we sing carols softly, as sweet as we know <br />
a prayer that our burdens will lift as we go<br />
like young love still waiting under mistletoe<br />
we’ll welcome december with tireless hope<br />
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let our bells keep on ringing<br />
making angels in the snow<br />
may the melody disarm us<br />
when the cracks begin to show<br />
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like the petals in our pockets<br />
may we remember who we are<br />
unconditionally cared for<br />
by those who share our broken hearts<br />
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the table is set and our glasses are full<br />
though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole<br />
we’ll build new traditions in place of the old<br />
‘cause life without revision will silence our souls<br />
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so let the bells keep on ringing<br />
making angels in the snow<br />
may the melody surround us<br />
when the cracks begin to show<br />
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like the petals in our pockets<br />
may we remember who we are<br />
unconditionally cared for<br />
by those who share our broken hearts<br />
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as gentle as feathers, the snow piles high<br />
our world gets rewritten and retraced every time<br />
like fresh plates and clean slates, our future is white<br />
new year’s resolutions will reset tonight<br />
(Artist: Sleeping At Last Album: Yearbook/December)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-7893793304366719162010-11-24T14:25:00.000-08:002010-11-24T21:45:38.531-08:00I DoThanksgiving week. Late Buck. The chill of November and the excitement of Christmas. <br />
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Lip stick checks, heels, boutonnieres, cake, red roses. Church bells.<br />
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This cute Puerto Rican firecracker said "I Do" to this handsome fellow...<br />
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Yep! That's my dad!<br />
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We all know that nobody is perfect. Even more, two people living together doesn't make our problems disappear. I'm not going to tell you how perfect my parents are, or that I never heard a harsh word in my life. However, I do believe that 26 years of marriage doesn't just happen without doing a few things right. More than that though, I want YOU, Mom and Dad, to know how you are seen by myself, David and Zachary. I want you and everyone that reads this today to know all the ways you've been there for us. As you think back on the 26 years together, think about the good times and be thankful, the tough times and know we all have ours, the beautiful moments and hold each other a bit closer. <br />
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You gave me life.<br />
A good one too.<br />
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And after a few years, you gave me a whole tribe to grow up with. Six beautiful siblings. What more could a bossy oldest girl want?! <br />
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With a few bumps in the road, you've gotten 4 of us through high school. A few more reluctant than others. Only 3 left! <a href="http://s242.photobucket.com/albums/ff142/davidandalyssa/?action=view&current=CruiseAnniv067.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff142/davidandalyssa/CruiseAnniv067.jpg" /></a><br />
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Here and there you took us on some road trips. Who knew some would be more fateful than others?<br />
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(* For those of you who might be tuning in, this photo was taken when our family made a trip from Western Washington, to Eastern Oregon for New Years to visit the Henry family. Almost all on behalf on myself. It was during this trip that David and I knew we couldn't live without each other and started plotting our teenage love into marriage.)<br />
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David and I in the red coats at the wise old age of 19 and 17.<br />
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You've married 3 of your daughters.<br />
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Thankfully they get progressively older with each wedding. We've yet to make it out of the teens before the alter.<br />
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Mom and Dad, you are truly cherished. Each in your own way you make our lives fuller, richer, happier.<br />
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Dad your work ethic, though slightly overkill, is something I hope to teach my children. Never, ever, did I wonder if we would be provided for. Without a doubt we all knew you would do whatever work it took not just to give us the basics, but now as a parent, I know you gave your children so much more than the minimum. You encouraged honesty, virtue and hard work. Recently you allowed me to learn something else. We both enjoy fresh, local food that we've worked hard for. You are always the biggest fan of my backyard tomatoes. You are also one of my favorite people to cook for. You always make me feel like I am a renowned chef. This fall you took me outdoors, pregnant and all. I learned the joy and satisfaction not in killing for sport, but in providing for my family. Though I don't enjoy hunting stories, guns, target shooting and gutting out an animal, you brought a very fulfilling experience into my life. Sitting in the cold morning air with you made me feel like your little girl again. Your calm, okay not calm, but wise direction and presence made me feel confident. Your reverence and thankfulness for the animal showed me that man has a lot to be thankful for and we must take care to realize this each time we take something from the earth. Even more, you and I worked for hours cutting and packing meat. We talked. You showed me meat cuts. Your dad was a butcher. Though he has been gone a while, I like that you taught me something your dad taught you.<br />
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Mom, your hospitality is a beautiful thing. Open are your doors. That includes strange friends, stray cats, dogs, birds, chickens. The fact that a little bit of Grandpa Hollister is in you is undeniable. Not only is the number of children you bore remarkable, but so is the number of times we've all packed your home with hungry friends. You take time for people. Babies are your specialty. Didn't you have 3 of my friends kids plus Zach spur of the moment once so we could do Cinco De Mayo dinner as adults? Late nights are your trademark. I'm beginning to understand, now that I too am a mom. A dark quiet house is like a sanctuary. Though once we hit a certain age, you had a harder time having a dark house to yourself. You've learned the art of sharing everything with your children. I very specifically remember one day that I had seen you give, and give. I was probably around 11 years old. You went and got an apple for yourself, then one hungry small sibling wanted some too. I remember taking up your defense and telling them "No! That is Moms! Leave her alone." I'm pretty sure you smiled at me, but went ahead and gave your apple away. Whenever I have a rough day, and that is just with one sweet little boy, I always shake my head and wonder how on earth you did it! <a href="http://s242.photobucket.com/albums/ff142/davidandalyssa/?action=view&current=_DSC2686edit.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff142/davidandalyssa/_DSC2686edit.jpg" /></a><br />
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Taking the best of both your strengths, you've made some unhappy times into simply twists and turns in our paths. We've each had them, and will continue to I'm sure. Changing jobs mid life, moving 350 miles from family to a new town. The struggle of making children into adults. To name a few.<br />
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For David and I, your support and presence during our most tragic moment helped us through.<br />
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Being there when we first met Zachary is such a cherished memory.<br />
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Who would have thought our sweet little family of 9 would have grown into this crazy crowd of 14!<br />
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With two more grand babies expected in 2011!<br />
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And just think, all this before you even turn 50!<br />
We love you so much! Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! You guys look great to boot!<br />
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Love, AlyssaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-55588615807242114872010-11-22T22:23:00.000-08:002010-11-22T22:23:52.989-08:00ChangeToday came with a feeling of excitement. A slight wonder if I am really making the best choice. The confirmation that I am. A small amount of regret. A happy thought of the future.<br />
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Let me explain.<br />
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Today was my last photo shoot as <a href="http://alyssahenry.blogspot.com/">Alyssa Henry Photography</a>. For a very long time. I've been looking forward to being done working. With an active almost two year old and a 6 month pregnant belly, I'm tried. Zach deserves and needs <strike>all</strike> almost all my attention. When he does calm down or rest, I should take it easy as well. Plus I haven't mentioned the fact that my wonderful husband goes to work 5 days a week to provide fully for us. I like working, I like the purpose it gives me outside the home. I love people, and I really like when I make them happy with my work.<br />
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David gave me very first camera for my 18th birthday. I was elated. I had always wanted a camera and to learn photography. I still have a lot to learn. I played with it for a few years and down the road a few people asked me to do small photo jobs for them. One thing led to another and for the past 3 years I've been enjoying every summer doing portraits and weddings.<br />
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It's funny as I write about it, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal to be done. It really isn't, I guess it just feels weird. I've put a lot of work and time into what it is right now. Though, to be honest, I couldn't be happier about the thought of photographing my own family more often. Who knows, maybe I'll even get around to having some photos in our house! That's the other thing, when you do it for everyone else, you never get around to doing it for yourself.<br />
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I have a few photo/art projects in mind that I've always wanted to do. Maybe in my free time I'll actually use my camera for different subjects. I plan on keeping my photo blog for posting photos, just not in the way I have previously.<br />
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I thought I'd end my post with one of the very first images I ever took. 6 years ago, I thought this was a good shot. I like looking at it now, trying not to pick it apart entirely (it really is poorly composed for almost every reason) we all have to have our first shots at something new.<br />
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"Mom is this smile big enough for that piece of candy you are holding?"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-19221476393971888302010-10-28T20:18:00.000-07:002010-10-28T20:18:15.706-07:00Thankful ThursdayIn every form of the word "thankful", David and I are.<br />
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I requested to have my ultrasound done at a bigger hospital for this pregnancy. I wanted the "pros" to do it. St. Luke's to be specific. My doctor didn't mind at all and set it all up for us. When I requested that we had it done in Boise, I just meant at the hospital where the "normal" people get theirs done. My doctor scheduled me at the Maternal Fetal Medicine office. I didn't mind, but they are specialist, they are there for the times that things don't look so good.<br />
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Once we got into the office for my appointment, I was completely overwhelmed with emotion. This was where we found out about TTTS with our twin boys. We were early, so we waited. I couldn't believe I had come back here. "What a huge mistake" I kept thinking. The ultrasound tech called us back. She was the same one who told us about the complications. I recognized her face right away. Then she took us to the SAME room. I wanted to run. <br />
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She asked me how I was feeling. Then she told us she recognized us from two years ago. We recognized her, but I didn't think anyone there would remember us. She went on to tell us she had heard through our cousin, who had gone to the same clinic for her babies, that we were thinking of adopting. I started to feel a little more comfortable. <br />
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The ultrasound went well. Our doctor who so compassionately walked us through the whole diagnosis, surgery, delivery and loss of our boys came into the room after the tech was done. He took a look at the baby. Shook my hand and gave me an A+ for making a healthy baby. We breathed.<br />
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Leaving the office with that news gave us a redemptive feeling for the place, time of year and the attempt to grow our family. This time instead of tears and shock, we drove home with content smiles.<br />
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I thought I'd share another story that happened today in the ultrasound room.<br />
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When we saw the baby's profile, I instantly though "Oh my gosh it looks like Zachary." When the technician left the room, I told David what I thought. We instantly laughed, preggo brain forgot that Zach didn't come from the same little nest that this baby is growing in. I guess it just goes to show how much you can love a little guy, whether he was born to me, a woman in Portland, Jamaica, Antarctica or on the moon!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550793145268105429.post-56942173409845751902010-10-25T20:54:00.000-07:002010-10-25T20:54:41.683-07:00MondayFrankly, I'm feeling the same way right now. I'm just not as cute. AND I would never post photos of myself doing this.<br />
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May Tuesday not be so tiring.<br />
Good Night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299678166342978141noreply@blogger.com0