Happy Little Traveller

by Terrica Joy in


I can already tell she's not a laid back, 'let's just hang out and chat' kind of girl.  *sigh*  I knew it.  I knew that'd be too easy.  Thanks, God.  Further refinement.  You betcha.  I'm all over it.  ;-)  

Nope!  Not this one.  She's a 'let's go, let's play, let's do this' kinda girl!  All.  The.  Time.  Totally flies in the face of my slooooow, Sabbath-practicing life style.  HOWEVER.  This particular characteristic does make for a fantastic travel buddy!  And that, my friends, is excellent news.

I have about a thousand photos from Colorado to post, but haven't quite finished sorting thru and editing them all.  Should have them finished very shortly, but until then how abouts I leave you with this:

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Bet you're smiling, huh??


Extraordinary Moments

by Terrica Joy in


Joy.

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Sudsy feet.  Her first laughs.  Morning stretches.  Hymn singing with the family.  Joy.

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So content cuddled tight to her Moma.  Music with Kristen, a tiny first lesson.  Soothed by her Pappy.  Cuddling with her Daddy.  Joy.

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The first days are sacred, and they're not to be missed.  They're to be witnessed, captured, savored.  Everything else can wait, because right now these moments are the only ones that matter.  They're the only ones that count.  And I assure you, they'll count for eternity.  

They slay me, these moments.  They overtake me, silence me, provoke me to seek out truth.  I want to love her the way she is meant to be loved, they way God would have me to love her, the way that He loves her.  And that isn't panning out the way I'd always envisioned.  It's requiring more.  More and more and more of me.  Being her Moma has already begun to refine me in ways I cannot yet fully express.  In 2 short months, she's already made me better.  And this is just the beginning...

So the phone can ring.  And ring.  And ring.  Emails can go unanswered.  Laundry and dishes can linger longer than normal.  Because I refuse to miss them, these moments.  In missing them I would miss her.  And she is my calling.  She is my purpose in this hour.  Loving her, teaching her, caring for her every need.  Right now, save God and my husband, she is all that matters.

She was meant for me.  I was meant for her.  She is my heart.  And it would be a profound tragedy to miss even a moment,of that.

Extraordinary.  Extraordinary moments.  Don't miss them.


Our First Mother's Day

by Terrica Joy in


There was treasure hunting, a blissfully quiet drive with my husband, time with my Moma just being together.  There was endless smiling at a proud 12-year-old Aunt Tirzah toting around her "she has no idea how much I love her" niece.  There was laughing with and at the overall brothers (that'd be my dad and uncle in case you aren't aware) as they sifted thru piles of flea market junk like women a shoe sale at the department store.  There was joke telling, sweet tea, and shameless adoring of a smiley baby girl over a barbecue lunch.  There was a tear provoking card from my husband, a gorgeous arrangement of peonies filling a ceramic pitcher, conversations laced with fun plans for the future: projects, trips, a new home.  There was a long afternoon nap, just me, my love, and my tiny girl.  There was a quiet evening made so much sweeter by a baby sleeping on my chest...

 Today was absolutely lovely. Filled with all the things that matter most in life.  It was a beautiful, simple day.  It was exactly what I wanted.  And though it was full of people and places and things that thrill me, what trumps all else and fills this new moma's heart to the brim...

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...is her.

What did you do for mother's day??