Some friends....

What's the childhood song? Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold! Well, that is so true!!

It was 2007, spring, church softball season. I was at the park with two little girls, wanting to watch my husband play ball,  and all they wanted to do was play on the playground. I think I struggled with post-pardon depression, or depression of some kind. It was a hard year. Then this lady, I didn't really know her but she was married to Skye's closest friend Nick, came over and asked if she could push theM on the swings,  and give me a chance to watch Skye. I thought she was an angel!! I still think this!!

We moved away the next year, but not before becoming closer friends with Nick and Leigh. There was something super special about them...something I was just drawn to. In 2009, Nick passed away exactly 6 months after mu dad died, in a plane crash. Leigh, 'u sweet friend was pregnant with their second child. Skye and I did whatever we could to help Leigh out, even though we were miles apart. Nick was dear to us, Leigh and the kids are dear to up.

With each passing year, we never forget Nick's Heaven Birthday, and Leigh made sure this year, Nick didn't forget us. With our surprise baby coming right around the corner Nick and Leigh blessed us with a beautiful package of sweet gifts to get ready for "Baby E". This is Leigh's way of making sure Nick's love for blessing people never stops! Because he LOVED to bless people!!

Fiesty Pants

Back in March we bought 13 baby chicks. We picked a varied of chicks because we wanted different eggs. One type was a Bantam. We had two, but one died. The one that lived, well she had a rough road. Bantams are smaller chickens. But they are beautiful birds. Because she was smalller, she was picked on by the other chickens. The awesome part, she's turn around and kick up things at the other chickens to keep them off of her. She was fast, and could fly higher then the other chickens. I named her Fiesty Pants, because she was fierce and my absolute favorite.

I was gone, but when I got home Skye  told me a hawk had attacked Fiesty Pants and killed her. He said that he didn't see the attack, but she must have put up a fight because the hawk didn't take off with her. He buried her out in the grass. Where he buried her he found a horseshoe, while digging her grave. 

I know it's just a chicken. But she was my chicken. Seems like everything I touch withers away sometimes. Just makes me sad. Poor Fiesty Pants! Breaks my heart.

Haiti, summer And surprises

At the end of May this year I was blessed to go on a mission trip to Grand Guave Haiti. What an adventure that was. There was so many experiences I can't write them  and one post.  Our mission there was to help with the mother and child nutrition program along with building a house for an 18-year-old girl.  It was hot and exhausting but so cool to just volunteer and help somebody in need. I thoroughly enjoyed so many parts of the trip but towards the end of the trip I started to not feel well and struggled with being nauseous and unable to eat food. I was ready to come home to the comforts of my little farmhouse in Kentucky.
 Coming home to my husband and children was one of the best gifts ever. I was so grateful to see their faces as we came down the escalator from customs in the airport. Hugging them was like home. I still wasn't feeling well and so I assumed I was just exhausted from the trip. A couple days later I realize that there might be a reason for  my sickness. I decided to take a pregnancy test and to my shock it came back positive and three seconds flat. Being that J  is six years old I was done and moved on in my life. We had always wanted for children but I had laid down my desires and decided to be content and grateful for the blessings that we did have. This was such a shock to me as I had focused my thoughts on the future  and what our family looks like, we seem to complete. It's been hard all these months still to grass the thought of another person being part of this family. January cannot come fast enough.
 We've lived in this house for one year. This will be our second Christmas and one house, and if you know how often they move around this is a blessing. With no moving site I am really focusing on life here and not the next step, or the next move, or the next set of "orders".  We have three cats, 10 chickens, one rooster and nine hands, and one ornery little five-month-old puppy. The thought of having to move any of that just about frightens me and so I'm grateful that God has kept us here for the meantime.
We deal with crazy things like cats killing mice, dogs eating mice, moles uprooting our garden, and chickens ruining my flowerbeds. Mowing the grass takes a good 2 hours plus and that's not including weed eating or trimming. Since we have a new baby coming we realized this house isn't really set up for a "bigger" family and we've been working on renovating. These projects are seemingly taking forever but that is probably due to the countdown till baby hanging over our heads.