Saturday, February 20, 2016

Worth A Thousand Words

They say a picture is worth a thousand words...


This precious photo was taken while celebrating Christmas with Shawn's family in Minnesota. Benjamin's new friend Clint is the brother-in-law of a cousin. The last time we saw him I was early in my pregnancy with Benjamin, having no idea that my baby growing inside carried an extra chromosome. I wrote about meeting Clint in my book Reflections from Holland: A New Mother's Journey With Down Syndrome as I reflected on the various individuals with Down syndrome I met before giving birth to my son. It warmed my heart to watch these two connect over the holidays!

Clint has a natural love for children, but he was especially drawn to Benjamin. Upon observing our little guy for awhile he informed his sister, "That boy...he's just like me!" From that point on he tried to interact with our son at every opportunity. With my prompting, Clint sang the first line of "The Wheels on the Bus" with the hand motions, securing Benjamin's approval! (If you can't sing his favorite song, he will probably choose to ignore you. If you can at least sing the first line, you will probably be friends for life!)

As I did my best to make conversation with Clint that afternoon (his speech is rather difficult to understand), the thing that struck me the most was how much he talked about his mom. To my knowledge, he's been living in a group home setting for several years now, and I am unsure about how much he sees his mother at this point in life, but she is still at the forefront of his thoughts. He reminisced about how she used to rock him and sing to him when he was little. He shared about how she helped him learn to walk and talk. Everything he said about her he spoke with such fondness. I was reminded once again the vast importance and significance of motherhood. 

There is no real predictability when raising children, but I was thinking the other day about how much more pronounced this can be when raising a child with special needs. There is no definitive time for when certain milestones will be reached. Currently, I have three children wearing diapers. I find comfort in the fact that within a few years, both Joelle and Josiah should be potty-trained. I have no certainty of the timing of this for Benjamin. Joelle is a chatter box, and I am confident that Josiah will be talking as well within the next few years. I do not know when Benjamin will begin to speak. I know that Joelle and Josiah will eventually grow up and set out on their own. While I hope and pray that Benjamin will able to live independently one day, I know that he may need to stay with us, and I'm okay with that. I've realized that in certain areas he is going to "need" Mommy longer than my other two. I want to rise to the occasion and be the best mother to him that I can be. 

Oftentimes the demands of the present can press down on me and leave me feeling overwhelmed. This has especially been true as our family has adjusted to the gift of a third child and all the extra work and busyness that has required. Oftentimes the mother I want to be and the mother that comes out in the midst of my stress and exhaustion are not the same. It's easy to become discouraged at this point, but I cannot afford to stay there. I am comforted as I realize that, while no mother is perfect, a mother's love and nurture has such a long-lasting impact. I know that Clint's mother was not perfect; yet the love that she gave her son is still of utmost importance in his life. I am even more comforted by the truth that I do not have to try to be a good mom by my own strength. Jesus is inviting me daily to draw on His strength, His grace, and His wisdom as I love and nurture these little treasures He's entrusted to my care. 

"From the end of the earth I will cry to You, 
When my heart is overwhelmed; 
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I." 
(Psalm 61:2, NKJV) 

..."My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness..."
(2 Corinthians 12:9, NKJV)

"Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed,
 because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness."
(Lamentations 3:22-23, NKJV)

Yes, a picture can be worth a thousand words. The truth I am reminded of through the picture I shared today is worth a lifetime, and the Word of God that comforts me is eternal!






Friday, December 18, 2015

A Night for Grace

Today is a special day in the Hemminger household. Today Shawn and I celebrate 10 happy years of marriage! When I said "I do" at the altar, I could have never imagined all that would follow in the next decade. To honor this significant milestone, I am going to divert from my normal focus of writing about raising a child with Down syndrome and instead share another excerpt from my upcoming book A Covenant Kiss. The following is actually a short fictional story I composed for our local library's creative writing contest last year. It ended up winning first place for its category, and it will be included at the end of my book. Enjoy!


A Night for Grace
            Grace twirled in front of her bedroom mirror in her brand new dress, checked to make sure her hair and make-up were just right, and smiled wide. Tonight was a very special night. She had celebrated her fourteenth birthday a few days prior, and this evening she was going on her very first date with a very special someone. Butterflies of excited anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she grabbed her purse and bag and got ready to head downstairs for her big night. She had been instructed to dress up for dinner but have a change of comfy clothes ready for activities later in the evening. As she descended the staircase, her date was waiting for her at the bottom, dressed in suit and tie, holding a bouquet of red roses and beaming with a huge smile spread across his face. As she reached his side, he bent down, gently kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, “You look beautiful, Princess!”
            “Thank you, Daddy,” Grace giggled. “The flowers are gorgeous!”
            “I’ll put them in a vase for you, Honey,” her mother said smiling. “And now you two stand together so I can get a picture!”
            A few minutes later the pair exited the house and headed for the car. Grace’s dad opened the door for her as she slid in, shutting it gently behind her. “I’ve been looking forward to this evening for a long time,” he said as he put the car in gear and pulled out of the driveway. “Let’s go make some memories!”
            Grace let out a gasp of delight about ten minutes later when they pulled into the parking lot of the nicest restaurant in town. Patrons could only dine there if they had made prior reservations. The candlelit tables were set with beautiful linen and fine china. The service staff members were all dressed in their best, ready to wait hand and foot on their customers. Grace had only driven by this high end place but had never dreamed of eating there. “We’re having dinner here?!” she exclaimed.
            “Only the best for my princess,” her father replied with a grin.
            They received a warm greeting from the staff as they entered and confirmed their reservations for the evening. As they were led back to their table set by a beautiful bay window, Grace noticed the hanging chandeliers, the lovely flower arrangements, and the small, live orchestra playing softly in the background. She was already feeling like a princess!
            “Grace, please order anything you want on the menu. What looks good?” There were so many tempting options, but she finally decided on a savory grilled chicken dish, with creamy mashed potatoes, a generous tossed salad and steaming homemade bread rolls. Her dad ordered a juicy steak just the way he liked it with a delicious assortment of sides as well.
            After their order was taken, and they waited for their dinner to arrive, Grace commented “Daddy, this place is beautiful! Thank you so much for bringing me here.”
            “It’s my pleasure!” he replied. “Tonight is a special night, and I want you to feel just how valuable you are to me.” They continued their conversation through their delicious dinner talking about Grace’s school, her upcoming music and sports events, her friends, their family and anything else that popped up. They laughed together, shared from the heart, and had a wonderful time. For dessert, they split a piece of decadent chocolate cake.
            As they finished their meal and the dishes were cleared from the table, Grace’s father shifted the conversation. “Grace, as I already mentioned, tonight is a very special night. I want you to know that your mom and I are so proud of you! You are growing up to be a beautiful young woman, inside and out. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of taking you on your first date.” 
            “Daddy, thank you for taking me out tonight. You’ve made me feel so special!”
            “You are special, Grace, and that’s what I want to demonstrate to you tonight. I want you to remember that you deserve and should expect to be treated like a lady. You are entering a new season of your life, and I want you to know that your heart and your body are valuable gifts to be saved for the man who will one day commit to making you his wife. We have been praying for him since the day you were born, praying that he will be a man of love, integrity and purity—a man who will respect you and cherish you for life.
            Smiling and teary-eyed Grace replied “Daddy, tell me again the story of how you and Mom fell in love.”
            “Gladly!” he said smiling. “As you know, we met while we were in college. It seemed we kept running into each other on campus. I recognized that she was a beautiful woman, but at that point I wasn’t on the look-out for a relationship. I was focused on my studies and enjoying my time as a single. She wasn’t looking for a relationship at that time either. However, with each encounter, we found that there was such an ease for conversation, and we really enjoyed each other’s presence. In time, our “chance” encounters became planned encounters as a friendship began to grow. We spent time with groups of friends, but we also took walks around campus, or hung out at the local coffee shop talking about anything and everything. We were quickly becoming the best of friends, and it wasn’t long before I realized that I was falling in love with this amazing woman. After having a serious heart to heart one night, I made a call to her parents the next day, requesting permission to date their daughter.”
            “Why did you ask permission, Daddy? Weren’t you both old enough to decide for yourselves?”
            “We were, but we wanted to invite our families into our developing relationship. I wanted to honor your mom by honoring her parents who had raised her. If she was to become my partner for life, I knew I would also be joined to her family as well. This is a big reason why we have such a close relationship with your grandparents today!”
            “What was it like when you started dating?” Grace asked.
            “It was exciting and a bit surreal as well. We had developed such a close friendship, and now we were trying to transition into something even deeper. We made a decision together early on that many people may not understand or even agree with. It wasn’t a decision we had to make; it was a decision we chose to make. We agreed that we would save our first kiss for our wedding day, and if it turned out that we didn’t marry, we could gracefully walk away from the relationship, knowing that we hadn’t given that part of our hearts away.”
            “Why did you want to wait to kiss each other? Would it have been wrong to kiss?” Grace inquired.
            “No, it wouldn’t have been wrong. For us it wasn’t about right or wrong but about better or best. We felt that the best decision for us was to wait, even for a kiss. We had both been in previous relationships where we had kissed. We knew that kissing awakened physical passion in a greater way, and we knew that we gave a piece of our hearts away with each kiss. We both carried regret and some painful memories from those earlier relationships. We wanted to protect ourselves and each other from further regret, should our relationship not end in marriage.  As I said before, your mom is a beautiful woman, and of course I desired her. I also respected her and valued her. Protecting her heart and her purity was very important to me, and she felt the same way. We weren’t keeping something from each other, but saving something for each other when it could be given its full expression in commitment and purity. I knew she was worth the wait!”
            “Wasn’t it still really hard to do? Some of my friends have boyfriends and they kiss. They tell me how romantic it is and how good it makes them feel.”
            “There were times it was hard, but since we made the decision together, it was much easier than most people would imagine. During the time we dated, we continued to focus mainly on our friendship, not on physical expressions of affection. Even after I proposed to her and we began making our wedding plans we continued to wait. We knew that the closer we came to our wedding day, the greater our desire for each other would become. We were committed to maintaining our virginity for our wedding night, and we didn’t want to add needless temptation in this area. It’s also important to recognize that sometimes physical connection can become a substitute for relational connection. It can make you feel so close to a person. It can make you feel like you really know them; but if there isn’t genuine friendship as a foundation, it can be very misleading. If we had brought greater levels of physical affection into our relationship as we dated, we may have focused more on that than on our friendship. Your mom and I were best friends before we started dating and our friendship only continued to grow; we are still best friends today. Romantic feelings come and go in every relationship, but friendship is enduring.”
            Grace paused for a moment, considering what her dad just shared before asking, “What was it like when you finally kissed?”
            Smiling, he replied, “It was one of the most incredible moments of my life! When your mom entered the church sanctuary, she took my breath away. She was the most beautiful bride I could have ever imagined. I could hardly focus on the wedding ceremony; I was so captivated by her! When the time came for us to seal our marriage with a kiss, I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Our first kiss was one of the most beautiful, memorable moments of my life. It’s a memory I will always cherish. I know your friends have told you about how special it is when they kiss their boyfriends, but special moments now can become painful memories in the future if those relationships don’t last. Every time you kiss, you offer a piece of your heart. It’s important that the one you give this precious gift to is one who can be trusted with your heart, not someone just using you for their own momentary pleasure.”
            Grace was silent again as she let her father’s words sink in.
            “Grace, please understand that I am not telling you what you have to do. You will be responsible to make your own choices in this area. However, I do want to encourage you to make decisions that will benefit you and your future husband and protect you from needless pain. You may decide to approach the area of dating differently than your mom and I did, and you have the freedom to make that choice. Whatever you choose to do in time, I just want you to remember that your purity is a gift, and only you can choose who will open it. I know that you’ve committed before to saving your virginity for your marriage, and that commitment is a priceless one.  We just celebrated your birthday, but there’s one more gift that was saved especially for tonight!” With that, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet box, and gently handed it to his daughter.
            “What’s this?” Grace asked with surprise and delight in her eyes.
            “Open it.”
            Grace carefully opened the small box and gasped. Inside was a beautiful white gold ring with a heart at the center outlined in delicate emerald stones—her birthstone. “Daddy! It’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed.
            Smiling, he gently removed the ring and slipped it on her left ring finger. “Grace, this is your purity ring. It is a representation of your commitment to God, yourself, and your future husband to save your virginity for your marriage bed. One day it will be replaced by a wedding ring from the man who will commit to you and cherish you for life. Your mom also received a purity ring as a teenager. She presented it to me as a gift on our wedding night. I cherish that ring and what it represents to this day.”
            “Daddy, I don’t know what to say,” Grace replied as she gazed at the sparkling ring on her finger. “This means so much to me! I will wear it every day.”
            Grace’s dad looked at his daughter affectionately and said, “Honey, I am so very proud of you! You are such a treasure to me, and you will be a treasure to your husband someday… But that day is still a ways off, and we’re not done with our date! What do you say we get changed, and I challenge you to a game of miniature golf?!”
            “Absolutely,” Grace responded, “but you know that I can beat you!”
            “We’ll see when we get there!”
            An hour later Grace jumped up and down excitedly yelling, “Go, go, go!...Yes! I got a hole in one!”
            “Okay,” her dad conceded. “You beat me on that one, but we still have half the course to go. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve!” He pulled her into a side hug and planted a kiss on her forehead before heading to the next hole.
            Giggling, Grace looked down again at her beautiful new ring, shimmering as the emeralds caught the light. “Yes,” she thought, “I do want to save myself for a man who will cherish me, a man who honors me and values my purity, a man who I can trust with my heart…a man just like Daddy!”






Saturday, November 28, 2015

Where Hope Grows

Our Thanksgiving feast was over, family had returned home for the evening, and our older two children were in bed for the night. Shawn and I decided to end our Thanksgiving Day by snuggling up on the couch with our baby and watching a movie. Our choice was the inspirational film "Where Hope Grows," which I had been eager to see for awhile. This must-see movie tells the story of a former major league baseball player named Calvin who is now an unemployed, single parent with a major drinking problem. His alcoholism has caused his teenage daughter to become increasingly estranged from him. His life is falling apart, but while shopping at the grocery store one day he meets a young man with Down syndrome, affectionately nick-named Produce (since he works in the produce section). Calvin is taken aback but later drawn by this young man's cheerful and affectionate personality as well as his optimistic outlook on life. Some of his more memorable quotes include, "I'm doing good. Even when I'm doing bad, I'm doing good." "Maybe you just need to smile. A cheerful heart is good medicine." (That last quote tickled me. Produce is quoting Proverbs 17:22, which is the content of one of Benjamin's favorite songs!) The two men form an unlikely friendship that alters both of their lives forever. In time Calvin addresses his drinking problem and begins to rebuild his relationship with his daughter. Ultimately, he is able to be there for Produce in the midst of a life or death crisis. It is a very touching film.


While we were watching the movie, I was captivated by all that Produce was able to do. He was living independently, holding down a job that he took great pride in, communicating clearly and effectively, and building and maintaining meaningful relationships. He acted as a gentleman and as a hero. He also pointed others to the true Source of his happiness--Jesus Christ. As we watched I felt hope rising in my heart again for my son Benjamin. Sometimes the demands and challenges of the present cloud my vision for what his future can truly be. I needed the encouragement. Presently, I have an affectionate six-and-a-half year old who is non-verbal, still wearing diapers, mesmerized by toys and movies designed for babies and toddlers, and requiring care for almost all of his basic needs. Sometimes the weeds of discouragement and disappointment try to choke out the hope in my heart for my son. I love him intensely, and I want him to live a rich and fulfilling life. I want him to be able to express the things in his heart and to enjoy meaningful relationships. I want him to be able to live with a sense of purpose, doing things he loves to do and experiencing the joy of accomplishment. Most of all, I want him to be deeply rooted in relationship with Jesus Christ, knowing that he holds such immense and eternal value in the heart of God. 

I was reminded this morning of Romans 8:24-25 which says, "For we were saved in this hope, but that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance." In context this passage speaks of hope for eternal glory, but I believe there is a principle here that can be applied to those things we hope for this side of heaven. Where does hope grow? It grows in the fertile soil of faith--faith in the goodness of God, faith in His promises, faith in His perfect plan. True hope grows in faith and is watered by love. I am thankful that on Thanksgiving Day, the Lord lovingly used something as simple as a movie to water the garden of my heart and to cause hope to rise again!




Sunday, October 11, 2015

Awareness Acrostic

 


Happy Down Syndrome Awareness Month! For fun, I've compiled some facts about Down syndrome to pair with the letters in my son's name...

Babies with Down Syndrome make up about 1 in 691 live births in the United States.

English physician John Langdon Down first published a description of a person with Down syndrome.

Nondisjunction is the most common cause of Down syndrome and occurs prior to or at conception when a pair of the 21st chromosome in the egg or the sperm do not separate properly. The extra chromosome then replicates in every cell of the body.

Just like everyone else, people with Down syndrome experience a full range of emotions. They are not "always happy."

"A child with Down syndrome" is good people first language as opposed to saying "a Down syndrome child." Remember, they are more like other children than they are different, and their diagnosis in no way defines their personhood!

Medical terminology for Down syndrome caused by nondisjunction is Trisomy 21, referring to the presence of the extra 21st chromosome.

Intellectual and developmental delays affect people with Down syndrome and are usually present in the mild to moderate range. With early intervention services and lots of love and support from family and friends, children with Down syndrome can meet most, if not all, of their developmental milestones. They possess a wide variety of interests, talents, and skills and can be positive and contributing members of society.

New advances in medical knowledge and care have greatly increased the life expectancy for people with Down syndrome over the last few decades. In 1983, the average life expectancy was 25; today it is 60!

These are some facts about Down syndrome, but the fact is, no list of facts can ever come close to describing the individual beauty and complexity of my sweet son. He is uniquely created in God's image, full of life and love and promise. I am proud to be his Mommy!

 
 
 
 

Friday, July 10, 2015

A Work in Progress

Last December I shared that I had begun working on a manuscript for a second book that shares Shawn's and my love story and quest for purity. Here's a little update: I have nearly completed the rough draft for A Covenant Kiss. It is my goal to have this done before Josiah arrives in a few weeks, but we'll see! My project will probably need to be shelved for a few months as find our new rhythm as a family of five. However, I want to share another little excerpt from the book. I promise it will get published in time...


Chocolate Chip Cookies
There came a day after class that both Shawn and I needed to speak with the professor. During that same week OWU was hosting a guest speaker from The Laborer’s Institute (TLI), the same ministry program I had attended a few years prior. During one of the chapel services he requested that any students who had been a part of TLI would stand up. Shawn had noticed me stand and concluded that I couldn’t be a complete ditz if I had gone on a mission trip before! This simple event sparked conversation between us after class as we both finished speaking with our professor and headed back across campus toward the cafeteria. I was surprised at the easy flow of dialogue between us. He was very interested to learn more about TLI, and I encouraged him to come to a small informational meeting to be held that night before the chapel service. I would be there with other graduates of the program to answer questions and share some of our experiences. He happily agreed to attend.
The meeting that night went smoothly, and we enjoyed another dynamic chapel service with the guest speaker, who was so energetic, funny, and spiritually stirring.  Afterward, Shawn and I ran into each other again down at the campus center. He was excited about what he had learned about TLI and continued to ask me more questions. I told him that I had a scrapbook video from my summer there, full of pictures and testimonies from all members of my team. He surprised me by responding, “Can we watch it now?”
Shortly after, we gathered with a few other students in the lounge area of one of the girls’ dormitories, and I popped in the tape. (Yes, we still used VHS some in those days!) Now, before I get any further into the events of that evening, I need to give some background information about a specific story that the TLI speaker had shared previously that week. He enthusiastically told us about his first encounter with his wife as a college student years before. He noticed a pretty girl in one of the campus buildings who looked extremely down-cast and sad. In his out-going and unabashed way, he smiled at her, patted her shoulder, and tried to cheer her up sharing, “God loves you!” Hours later upon returning to his dorm, his football buddies grilled him, “Who is she?!” He had no idea what they were talking about until he noticed a plateful of homemade chocolate chip cookies and a card with his name on it. After devouring several cookies he opened the card to find a note of thanks from a young woman who had desperately needed encouragement that day. He didn’t recognize her name, so he pulled out a year book and recognized it to be the same pretty girl he had spoken to earlier. The rest was history!
After completing the scrapbook video that night, Shawn, I, and another guy friend of mine stood around outside chatting. Seemingly out of the blue Shawn suddenly turned to me and asked, “Do you know how to make chocolate chip cookies?” There was a moment of awkward silence as I thought to myself, “Is this freshman trying to hit on me?” I don’t remember exactly how I responded, but conversation moved on and we soon parted ways for the evening. The next morning I told the speaker what had happened. He just smiled and said, “I’m not saying anything!" It wouldn’t be until months later that I would learn that Shawn was not thinking about the chocolate chip story at all when he asked his strange question. Instead, his mind had wandered back to a conversation that he had with a guidance counselor who was giving him a tour of the campus before the semester started. He had encouraged Shawn to look into forming study groups for some of his classes, and he added the advice, “Make sure you invite some girls who know how to make chocolate chip cookies!” It seems that Shawn thought I could be a good candidate for this. While the study groups with cookies never materialized, something was put into motion that night that would change both of our lives forever. 
 

Friday, June 26, 2015

Mommy-Son Date

At the end of the school year, Benjamin was awarded a gift card to Braums. With a new baby just around the corner, I want to be intentional to get some one-on-one time in with my kids before Josiah arrives. So, during the first week of summer vacation I took Benjamin out for an ice cream date after his speech therapy appointment one afternoon.

 
 
 
My kids both inherited my sweet tooth, so my son was more than thrilled to dig into his dish of soft serve chocolate and vanilla swirl frozen yogurt while I enjoyed a small hot fudge sunday. I used one hand to steady his dish while he fed himself (big boy!), and I ate with the other, trying to keep up with his pace. I knew that if he finished too quickly, there would be tears of disappointment and a reach across the table to raid Mommy's bowl!
 


While we savored our sweet treats, I talked to Benjamin from across the table, thankful for a chance to give him my undivided attention and taking joy in watching him so obviously enjoying himself. I felt a twinge of sadness as well, though, wishing I could actually have a conversation with my six-year-old. I want to know his thoughts and feelings. I want him to be able to tell me about the things he's learning and discovering. I long to even just hear the word "Mommy" spoken from his lips.
 

  
 
I still believe that Benjamin will speak one day; I just never expected the wait to be this long. In the meantime, though, he finds his own ways to communicate through expressions, gestures, sounds, and a tiny bit of sign language. I reminded myself the important thing was that we were spending some quality time together. There is no doubt that Benjamin knows he's loved, and he clearly communicates his love in return. After all, who could possibly resist that smile!
 
 
 
 




Saturday, May 16, 2015

I Didn't Know

Benjamin will turn six years old next week-six years old! I remember when he was only six days old, confined to his NICU bed as my arms still ached to hold my first born for the first time.

I remember when he was six weeks old, only recently home from the NICU and (unbeknownst to us) with a heart surgery only two weeks away.

I remember when he was six months old, my little cuddler who loved to nurse, and his plump little arms and legs full of rolls that resembled the Michelin Man!

When my son was only six days old, I felt so lost and bewildered. I had no idea what the next six days would hold, or the next six weeks, and certainly not the next six years! All I knew was that we had begun a completely unexpected journey into "Holland," and I was scared. 

There are so many things I know now six years later that I didn't know then. I wish my 33 year old self could go back in time and assure my 27 year old self that in the midst of the challenges and heartache, everything really was going to be OK. I would have told her that the journey forward would be full of discovery about her beautiful son, about herself, about life, and most importantly, about God. I would tell her that healing would come, and joy would come, and incredible testimonies would take place. I would tell her that the love she felt for this helpless little baby she only barely knew would continue to grown in strength and intensity, and she would not be able to imagine life without the little miracle in front of her. I would tell her it was OK to grieve and cry and that God would meet her in powerful ways in the midst of her pain. I would tell her stories of the little boy Benjamin would become because now I know...

...the contagious smile and full body, affectionate hugs and giggles that have brightened every day...

...the thrill of accomplishment, delight, and thanksgiving as he reaches each new milestone he's worked so hard for...

...the amazing community of people we've had the privilege of meeting as a result of our son having Down Syndrome...

...the little boy who loves music, his See n' Say and stuffed monkeys...

...the eager pre-school student who waits with excited anticipation for his bus to arrive each morning...

...the big brother who paved the way for his little sister Joelle and his soon to arrive little brother Josiah...

...the child of God who so effortlessly connects with the heart of heaven...

...the little playmate who adores his Daddy and his Grandma...


...the son who I love with every fiber of my being and who loves me in return...


...I could go on and on and on. There are so many things I didn't know six years ago that I am so thankful to know now. Have there been challenges? Absolutely--some minor and some profound. (On that note, though, I experience daily challenges with my beautiful, typically-developing, and perfectly healthy toddler!) I didn't know that I would become a stronger person as a result. I didn't know that my marriage would grow even deeper as a result. I didn't know that I would experience the heart of God in ways that I may never have encountered as a result. I didn't know the privilege it would be to raise this amazing little creation named Benjamin...I also didn't know that my broken pieces, put into written form through this blog and now through my book as well, would give me the opportunity to connect with thousands of people across the nation and around the world. To you, my readers, I want to say that I count it a special privilege to be able play a small part in your lives. Thank you for allowing my son and me into your home and into your hearts! 

Happy Birthday, Benjamin! Every day with you gives me reason to celebrate!