Magical Moments with a One Year Old

It still feels very strange to hear myself say "I have a one-year-old." Wait, when exactly did that happen??

I Can't Tell My Son to be Brave

I'm not a big movie gal. The only reason I went (and went with a baby I knew I would just be holding/bouncing/pacing with the entire time) is because my family - all 12 of them - were going and #FOMO.

So there I was. In the Greatest Showman.
Sure enough, by the second song I was standing in the dark stairwell bouncing a 5 month old who wanted to watch the screen instead of take a nap.

And that's when it happened.

Why We Named our Son after the Rebellious Prophet

"Jonah! What a sweet name! Except you're going to be obedient to the Lord, aren't you, sweet boy?"

For what seems like the 49th time since Jonah was born - and named - folks hear his name and remind him that the prophet he was named after was rebellious. Disobedient. Not a role model.

It's ok. We knew those comments would be inevitable.

Jon and I were aware of this before we named him. It was a big part of our consideration because we wanted to be able to share with him the story of Jonah and why we wanted to give him that name. But we were also aware that not many people read the small book of Jonah and say, "Wow, what a guy. I want to be more like him!"

So why Jonah?

Where to Find Everything You Need

In the three months that Jonah has been ex utero, I have experienced the greatest joy and awe for God's handiwork and creation. It is incredible that this tiny human was growing inside of me for nine short months! I fall more in love with his face every day, and crave his snuggly body in my arms while he is away from me. Every new milestone he conquers I want to both cry and beam with pride. I spend every moment with him trying to soak in everything about him - the smell of his head, the softness of his face, the weight of his tiny body on my chest while he sleeps... I love him. I love motherhood. I feel so blessed to be entrusted with this little person.

BUT...