Monday, October 24, 2011


There's a new girl at our house.

Hat courtesy of Anna at Classy Colors.

She came as babies do.  The kids and I were headed out to the store.  Jon's mom was in an airport on her way to our house.  I had just scooped Si up from a spill on the stairs, and my water broke.  Six-and-a-half hours later, we were holding our sweet Maizy Tam.

Photo by Kenna.

A nickname for Margaret or Marjorie...

Pure, innocent, honest
My grandma Marge's middle name...

Tuesday, October 4, 11.42p
7 lbs. 12 oz., 20 1.2 inches

Photo by Kenna.

The last few weeks have been full.  Friends and family have traveled and called and sent gifts and face-timed and loved on our girl. 

Photo by Kenna.

Photo by Kenna.

Photo by Kenna.

Photo by Kenna.

Photo by Kenna.

Photo by Kenna.

Photo by Kenna.

"With my good news you're dancing on the tables..."
Sara Groves, Twice as Good

And it blesses me like I can't even say to know that Maizy has been so sweetly celebrated.  That her new life is precious to those dear to us.  I look at her now, asleep beside me.  Breathing in and out and smelling like only newborns can.  I wish I could say that every soul born to the world was met with such unguarded love.  So, thank you.  Thank you for the gifts of your words and time.  We are sincerely humbled by so much kindness.


Even more "thank you's" are in order.  October 13 marked the one year anniversary of this little blog.  A shy dream to use my words slipped into a white dress, married the encouragement of some dear friends and Becoming was born.  You've come along, celebrating with me and unveiling your own hearts along the way.  I am honored.  Thank you for being here.  Let's continue to grow and stretch and become...more lovely all the while.

Here's to so much more life ahead.  Live it.  And celebrate it in the presence of the One who celebrates loudest.

 The Lord your God is living among you...He will delight in you with gladness...
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs...(Zephaniah 3.17)

Photo by Kenna.

Happy Monday, all. 

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Hanging In

If you return a Redbox movie past time, you pay a fee. If a library book is overdue, you are fined. (Don't ask how my procrastination shines in these moments...or the last time I went to a library...)  Babies, however, don't work like this.  And if there were roses inside my womb, well chica done stopped a lllonnng time to smell 'em.  Hypothetically speaking, of course.

My due date came and went Sunday.  Pretty sure I handled it as I suspect a lot of women do.  Restless and grouchy, I baked, I rearranged a few drawers, I napped, I did laundry.  Idle hands being the devil's play-things, you know.  But still, no baby.

If you don't laugh you cry about these things.  And once again, the newness of today comes riding in on the scene like a knight on a white horse.  So today we chose laughter.

Tonight we took the kids to Chuck-E-Cheese.  Don't ask me why I've drug my feet about this introduction. Maybe it was the idea of crappy-cardboard-pizza, assaulted senses, chaos and untold germs...I dunno.  But they loved it - yelling and pointing from Si and shy-smiling-plus-jumping from Edie.  We'll most def be back.  (Side note: I'm doing my best to control it, but I'm feeling very Tom Haverford tonight.  Clarification - most def: most opposed to Mos Def: rapper.)

There is seizing the day.  Grabbing it by the horns and making the most of what comes.  But then there's creating the day.  Shaping it, molding it, stepping away to eye and tweak it.  Bottom line?  We are as happy as we want to be.  And while we cannot control when babies make their grand appearances, we can choose our attitudes as we wait.  Oh, yeah, guess this applies to more than babies.

We looked over the day we made.  It was good.

And we look forward to tomorrow, too.  My Momma Metz flies in from Cali and we get her for a whole week.  See?  Good and more good.  Apps and zerts.  Perspective, baby.