June 30, 2011
day one hundred.eighty.one
day four of babysitting. this is my most adorable niece. i love her smoodginess. we actually went the the children's museum of richmond where again my nephew had a meltdown at the sight of all the people.
June 29, 2011
day one hundred.eighty
June 28, 2011
day one hundred.seventy.nine
June 27, 2011
day one hundred.seventy.eight
June 26, 2011
day one hundred.seventy.seven
June 25, 2011
day one hundred.seventy.six
June 24, 2011
June 23, 2011
day one hundred.seventy.four
it's another rainy...week. not much to do by stay inside. let's play 'what's on your kitchen table?'
1. water bottle recently bought from recent staycation
2. outgoing and ingoing mail
3. ream of saltines
4. new clutch
5. coupon holder with very few coupons
6. coupons recently printed to go into said holder
7. shopping list written on corner of newspaper
8. game cartridge
9. half empty (yes, i'm that kind of person) iced coffee
10. broken tool of some sort
June 22, 2011
June 21, 2011
day one hundred.seventy.two
June 20, 2011
June 19, 2011
June 18, 2011
June 17, 2011
June 16, 2011
June 15, 2011
June 14, 2011
day one hundred.sixty.five
i am mindful of where our feet take us. without complaint or fail they move and step. we have a god who directs our steps. each and every footprint is he in knowledge of. i am mindful of my father today whose feet have taken him all over the world and back. his unwavering faith shared time and again. my father's patience and strength enduring any hardship that came his way. now comes a challenge to his stamina. his heart. his soul. it has now been eight long days in the hospital. longer for my mother who unregretfully travels over forty-five minutes each way to sit by his side. to physically and emotionally offer up comfort of some sort. the subdural hematoma they found a week ago is the least of their concern. it is the constant muscle pain. the intense contractions that spasm to the point of labor like pain. doctors are baffled. and daily my parents sit huddled in their appointed room praying.crying .questioning. what is the reason for this? i believe god has more steps for my father to take. he has more faith to strengthen. i can only pray we never come to a breaking point in our waiting to see what god wants of us.
June 13, 2011
June 12, 2011
June 11, 2011
June 10, 2011
June 09, 2011
June 08, 2011
June 07, 2011
June 06, 2011
day one hundred.fifty.seven
back in the hospital again. this time it was my father. a subdural hematoma was found earlier today and he was flown to this elite hospital. my mother drove after, alone, her strength penetrated by fear. my brother and i went up later to be with her. no one should be alone in a waiting room. into the dark hours of the night the three of us waited. and waited. and waited. just for a word. a nudge. something. i couldn't help but fear something would happen to my dad. daddy. praise god the surgery went well. and we have more time, my dad and me.
June 05, 2011
day one hundred.fifty.six
June 04, 2011
day one hundred.fifty.five
June 03, 2011
day one hundred.fifty.four
June 02, 2011
June 01, 2011
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