A Heritage

Dear Austin,

For the past four months, I have been reading through the Psalms... reading and meditating over one Psalm each day. Today's Psalm was 127.

It is so timely, precious boy... you truly are a heritage from the Lord.

"Sons are a heritage from the Lord." Psalm 127:3

You bring me so much joy... you are witty, clever, and so kind.

You make me laugh on a daily basis. You keep me on my toes with your constant questions.

I love being around you and already think that you hung the moon.

Love,

Mommy

No Place Like Home

It might be the end of November, but that has not kept us from our favorite place. This week we spent one very special day enjoying the sun...


(I am not sure why Austin is howling in this picture. Perhaps someone has mentioned the New Moon craze to him and he is trying to attract all the ladies?)

the sand...



and the water.

Typing with Tattoos

Our days recently have been busy...

traveling to Texas to put my house on the market

writing over 60 pages worth of papers to finish another semester of my PhD

rocking two beautiful new baby girls

busy, busy, busy...



(Austin writing a paper for me. BTW, his arms are covered in tattoos from his school's fall festival. As a teacher, I always passed out these temporary tattoos from the class treasure box. As a mom, I am forbidding temp tattoos from our house. What a mess!)