While digging through our craft box to find the finger paints for Jessie yesterday, we discovered two pieces of art that had escaped our attention for well over a year… the artist… Judson Levasheff. Drake and I both paused with reverence as if we had just stumbled upon an original masterpiece by Michelangelo, Rembrandt, or

Dear Judson… We just celebrated Thanksgiving.  And of course, your dad, sister, and you top my list for that which I’m thankful for most.  Yet it is very interesting to be so incredibly thankful for you and yet have such sorrow and pain associated with my gratitude.  It is like nothing I have ever felt

The rain was pouring down outside—the pitter patter offering a beautiful rhythm to the evening last night.  I found myself laying on our living room floor, entranced by the melodic downpour.  As my eyes closed, I breathed deeply of the moisture filling the air through our open window, and my mind began to imagine a

We were loved profoundly this weekend. Drake and I were recipients of the kind of love that leaves you feeling humbled and awestruck that God would place it on the hearts of His children to reach out and care for you in such thoughtful, tangible ways. A small group at Saddleback Church (a different church

Dear Judson, I love you so much.  I’m so proud of you.  I miss you. I have such a deep reservoir of love for you.  Even though you’ve left, you have an abiding place in my heart-and you will hold greater sway during my life than anyone I’ve known because you died long before any

Jessie happened to be crying when she woke up from her nap today, which is uncommon for her, so I got her out of the crib and laid with her on the lower mattress of the bunk bed.  As she snuggled into the crook of my arm and closed her eyes, I looked over at

I couldn’t resist posting this portrait of Jessie in her ladybug costume.  Oh, I just want to eat her up—she exudes such preciousness!  I’m so grateful for our little bug!!!