It's a Golden Life

10 years ago I was staring into the face of my first baby boy. He was a little over 2 months old. He had learned to smile and roll over. I thought I couldn’t love him more than I did at that moment. As the years have passed (so quickly, too quickly) I realize that my love for him-and his siblings- grows leaps and bounds each day. The hustle of every day is sometimes too much. It leaves me feeling so bogged down. I make check lists of what chores or tasks I want to accomplish, but at the end of each day, the truth is-I have never crossed everything off of that list. The issue probably lies in the fact that I have lofty goals and not enough time or energy to accomplish them. I have been guilty of making lists of things I’ve already accomplished, just to trick my brain into feeling better about my time spent. Time seems to move so quickly, but slow-in unison. I’m sitting here with my 4th baby (who really isn’t a baby anymore) staring in the rear view mirror. Sometimes I look back and ...

Paxton, You’re 6 today! It kind of snuck up on me. I feel like I say that about every birthday of yours. You started Kindergarten this fall. Would you believe it- you got an award for never clipping down on the behavior chart! Your teacher tells us how you are an example in the classroom and a kind friend. I love that about you. You have one of the kindest hearts. Playing Barbies with your sister is never below you- Interests include Minecraft, Lego’s, and anything your big bro Malachi is interested in.  You love to make pictures that tell a story. I have saved so many! You love making books. I know my birthday letters have gone from focusing on your  height & weight, and which milestones you are crossing off the list-  to discovering more of  your heart and what makes you, you. You are growing up so.fast. You are an amazing big brother. Even when you don’t think I’m looking. Now that will tell a whole lot about a person right there. Huxley fell and bopped...

Huxley Thane. Today at 11:29 a.m., you officially turned 2. Quite honestly, this year has been a whirlwind. Between sports, school activities, and church-It seems life is on fast forward. Being your mom is...the wildest ride. You are so full of life and passion. I’m in love with how wild and free your personality is. Strangely, when you are in a room with a lot of people or loud noises, you tend to withdraw. This does not bother me one little bit-because I am your safe place. You return to me and nuzzle your face into my neck, warm arms wrapped tightly around me. You communicate so clearly-making sure it is known exactly what you need. Some of our favorite words that you say: Moon- “mewn” Tractor-“Mama, dat tractor.” (Was your first sentence) Milk- you call your milk “Foffee”-like mamas coffee. Shoes and socks-“shews and sox” Cup-you call it your “bottle”-even though we never have. Stubborn? Haly-Hayee Malachi- Chi Chi Paxton-Bubba. You started calling him this all on your ow...