Steven is one of our really good boys.
You know the kind. They are quiet, rarely do anything wrong, never seem to have any needs that are too urgent. In a word, they are content.
That is our Steven.
My sweet boy.
No matter how delightful, there is a danger in being so good, so […] Read more…
Feed My Sheep
Thank you all for your encouraging comments. I’m so incredibly thankful for every single one of you who have followed God’s work in our lives. I feel your prayers for our family, and I’m so glad to be traveling this journey with you. I love your comments. I feel so close to all of you. […] Read more…
Doing Hard Things
I’m sitting in our lovely front room that Mark cleaned up for me before he left. It’s quiet because he has taken half the children to Ballet, and the others are playing quietly. Mark didn’t go to work today because when it was time for him to go, I couldn’t hold back the tears. I […] Read more…
A Long Day
Today we went to Children’s Hospital.
Dr. Davidson removed Evangeline’s stitches, and I shared my concerns about the surgery with him. I really don’t think he realized how well she can walk. He has so many patients with Spina Bifida that he sees, and Evangeline is really not a typical Spina Bifida patient.
We did […] Read more…
Long Day Tomorrow
Tomorrow we go back to CHOP again in the morning for the orthopedic doctor to remove the stitches in Evangeline’s foot. We have decided that we will get a second opinion before scheduling surgery, and either way, I think we have decided to postpone indefinitely surgery on her good foot. She does too well […] Read more…
Difficulties
I know things have been pretty slow around here for the past few days.
All of our children are homeschooled except our oldest son, Andrew. He attends a local Christian School and is in his Senior year. He has not been envolved in many extra-curricular activities, but has loved drama. He was in a […] Read more…
Ivy Joy is Awake!
Yes, she is!!!!
Go check her out!!!!
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Who Tells Their Stories?
Sometimes on the weekends we linger long around the table.
We tell stories. We tell tales of years past, memories that we hold in our minds of the past that we all share.
We tell about the time Daddy launched the rocket ship three different times in a row, and about how each time it […] Read more…
