Family, Parenting

Happy Father’s Day


Tiny newborn Dylan wrapped his little baby hand tightly around his dad’s finger. Only days old and the love of a father for his child was immediate. Not a lot changed over the years except the chubby baby hand grew, and so did the love.

Dylan would follow Tom everywhere, and wanted to do anything his dad was doing. If Tom was in the garage and using tools, Dylan wanted to use tools too. Tom would hand Dylan pliers or wrenches and let him play along. When Tom mowed the lawn, Dylan mowed right next to him with his toy lawn mower.

At two-years old Dylan loved wooden trains, especially Thomas the Tank Engine. There was always wooden track set up on his bedroom floor. Dylan would wait patiently all day for his dad to get home from work to play with him. Tom would create elaborate train track arrangements. Dylan would say, “every piece of track”. So Tom would oblige and use every single piece of track.

When Joshua came along our life was different. Tom was back in school, but the deep abiding love for his second born was the same. As a newborn Joshua was colicky, so Tom held him all night until he fell asleep. I’d find baby Joshua snug between his father’s legs. Like a little nest. I’m not sure how Tom had the energy to do that since he was working full time and in school full time, but he did.

Tom takes fatherhood seriously and loves our boys deeply. Tom has always made everything fun for them. Even picking out candy was a fun adventure. Every summer there were father son camping trips filled with junk food and campfires. He has enjoyed taking our boys on adventures and showing them how to explore, and learn, and just be themselves.

Our boys aren’t little anymore but the foundation of love has been built upon over the years with layer upon layer of precious memories. Some difficult memories too. All the good and bad have come together, being used by God in a beautiful plan to shape our sons. Tom helped lay that foundation as their dad.

Thank you Tom for:

Loving our boys.

Loving me.

Loving Jesus.

Sacrificing for us.

Working jobs you hated to provide for our family.

Fixing all the broken things in our house.

Repairing all the cars.

Holding croupy babies in steamy bathrooms.

Taking the boys everywhere and showing them all the cool things.

Showing the boys what it means to be a Godly man.

Discipling our boys and teaching them the difference between right and wrong.

Thank you for the joy, fun, and perspective you give the boys.

We love you Tom! You’re the best dad.

The father of a righteous son will rejoice greatly, and one who fathers a wise son will delight in him.  Proverbs 23:24,HCSB

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads. God bless you abundantly!

Love you all,


Faith, Family, Parenting, Uncategorized

They Call Me Mom


As a little girl, I dreamed of being a mom. I wanted at least six children. I came from a family of five kids, so six seemed like a good number. I know. Crazy, right? Several years later, and after several years of marriage, I had two sons. Two beautiful boys. God chose me to be Dylan and Joshua’s mom. There aren’t enough words for me to express my love for my children.

The mug in the picture was a birthday gift from my boys last year. They gave me a bunch of very thoughtful things in that gift, but I love this coffee mug. I love big mugs since I drink a lot of coffee and I love that it says “Mom”. A title I dreamed of having for so many years. God made my dream come true.

I remember when I was finally alone with newborn Dylan. My husband had gone back to work and it was me and this tiny human. What was I going to do with him? How was I going take care of a baby all day, every day? I was overwhelmed.

Being a brand new mom with a brand new baby is like being dropped in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. 

In the beginning I flailed in that deep water. My baby wouldn’t nurse. My baby wouldn’t sleep. I experienced my first “Mom guilt”. Great, I can’t even feed my baby. I loved my new baby dearly, but my dream didn’t look as I imagined. Lord help.

Slowly things got better. Dylan began to eat and sleep. I found a rythm as a mom. My confidence built. My prayers grew daily. My “mom” instincts kicked in. And in a short amount of time I felt like an actual mom.

Mom’s do crazy things for our kids because of our crazy love for them.

Mom’s sleep on the floor of our baby’s room right next to the crib, when our baby has the croup.

Mom’s stay up all hours of the night with a newborn, feeding and holding them.

Mom’s change diaper, after diaper, after diaper.

Mom’s haul everything but the kitchen sink in those diaper bags.

Mom’s volunteer at the school, at the church, for the team, or at whatever our kid’s are participating in, just to be close to them.

Mom’s make meal, after meal, after meal.

Mom’s wipe down high chairs countless times.

Mom’s empty potty seats, and watch the potty video over, and over again.

Mom’s wipe noses, and rear ends, and anything else in between.

Mom’s drive our kids to practice, play dates, parties, and school.

Mom’s hold our children tight when they are afraid.

Mom’s kiss the boo-boo and apply the band aid.

Mom’s cheer our kids on when they think they can’t do it.

Mom’s cry when our kid’s cry.

Mom’s laugh when our kid’s share a knock-knock joke, or two, or three.

Mom’s call the advice nurse a few dozen times.

Mom’s make the birthday cake, and decorate it with our kid’s favorite character.

Mom’s pray, and pray, and pray for our children.

There is nothing quite like a mother’s love. God made mom’s special.

I have made many mistakes with my boys. I have lost my temper and yelled at them more times than I can count. I have said “I’m sorry” many times. My boys have said “I’m sorry” many times. As a mom, I’ve learned what real unconditional love really means. I understand the love God has for me in a whole new way.

Being a mom has brought me to my knees, asking for God’s help, wisdom, and mercy. I cannot be the mom God called me to be without Him. I can’t do it in my own strength. I wasn’t supposed to.



This photo booth picture was taken about twelve years ago. It was right after a camping trip. A kind of exhausting camping trip. Joshua was three and was a handful. He spent a lot of time in his car seat in “time out”. Not a dreamy camping trip with a naughty toddler, but still fun. It was nice to stop in a local arcade at the Oregon Coast and just have some fun. Laughter is such a great release from stress. I love that you can only see Joshua’s eyes and nose.

Those amazing boys call me “Mom”. It’s an honor and a privilige to spend time with two funny, brilliant humans. And yes, we laugh a lot. You’ve got to laugh as often as possible, especially when you’re a mom.

Thank you Dylan and Joshua for the joy I get in being your mom. I love you this much (picture my arms spread out) and more. My love for you is bigger than the earth, moon, and stars. God’s love for you is the biggest, beyond measure.

Happy Mother’s Day to every mom. You have a unique calling. May God bless you abundantly.

He tends his flock like a shepherd:
    He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
    he gently leads those that have young.

Isaiah 40:11, NIV 


Love you all,