"Jordan, wake up, it's time to meet someone... a voice you'll know... meet Aunt Shelley"
And as I said "hi squirt, I've been waiting to meet you" he opened his eyes and looked right at me. Made my night! He's adorable. Took his sweet time getting here today but all is good.
I loved him before he ever arrived.
And a little random factoid....
My best friend Rhonda was born 06.27.80, on a Friday, at 5:40
Her son was born 06.27.08, on a Friday, at 5:47
....crazy
Welcome little man!! Let a new journey begin.
Can't breathe.
Time flew.
So much to tell you.
So much to ask.
You're gone.
I hate those words.
I hate cancer.
I miss you.
More than words.
I need you.
You're so far.
I'd give anything.
Anything.
Pictures comfort.
Memories flood.
Pictures hurt.
Pain swells.
Almost one year.
Feels like yesterday.
People forget.
The ache never leaves.
Your fight ended.
Ours rages on.
Life without you.
Will never feel right.
Props to my good friend Jason for his awesome blog dedicated to his children. And if I may, with his permission, take the liberty of using his writing style in my own "Caleb Story". A fun little moment worth recording!
Caleb: OH, wow, LOOK
Miss Elley: Yah Caleb, it's a blimp
Caleb: noooo, that no bimp, THAT a wokett
Miss Elley: Actually, I'm pretty sure that's a blimp. It's like a plane.
Caleb: Nope Miss Elley, I know rowketts and that a wokett wight up there.
*wokett: a large flying object strongly resembling the goodyear blimp that is actually a cleverly disguised rocket.
Driving home tonight something caught my eye... a reflection in my rear view mirror. And as I looked over my shoulder I spotted it - a breathtaking look at ROY-G-BIV in it's finest state.
So I began to drive around and look for different angles of this beautiful display of God's creation that I could catch with my little point and shoot. And as I drove around really taking in the majesty of this display of color I was reminded of what had occurred just before this rainbow took life - a earth-shaking storm had blown through the city I work in, drenching it with rains and piercing cracks of thunder. I considered how we often make the analogy of the "storms of life" that bring about "growth" - similar to the rains that bring growth to nature... but how I don't usually attach rainbows with "storms". Yet, as I gazed at it today all I could think about was the mark of God's glory that was written across the sky after that storm - and compare it to the storms that have havocked my life for the past 18 months and the prayer that God's glory would be written in my life through those times. The storms are terrifying, and often exhausting as we brace for their impact, but not only do they bring growth but a graceful beauty if we yield.
"Jordan, wake up, it's time to meet someone... a voice you'll know... meet Aunt Shelley"
