Tracks in the Grass — a Thank You

“Are you hurt ma’am?” the officer asked.

“No, no — just this seatbelt rash –” she answered shakily.  “Just that — I’m fine.”

“So how’d you end up here?  How on earth did your car go across that median and into this tree?”

The officer looked confused as he surveyed the tire tracks and kicked up dirt that didn’t match any logical path.

“I blacked out, I don’t –”

“She passed out back there,” a man pointed down the road, “and kept going in the wrong lane.  Hit another car back there and almost hit me — then she just went right down that bank over there, came across this median and kept going down again till she hit the tree.”

We replayed it in our minds and looked at the smoking car.  How she ended up with only a seatbelt rash was God’s grace.  I prayed her 29-week old baby was still safe and sound in her little belly.

More sirens sounded in the distance; the initial wave of responders had made it to the first car she’d hit and a second group was headed to help her.  Policemen and firefighters and EMTs, soon they all flocked the scene and got to work.

“You don’t need me for anything, do you?”  I asked the policeman next to me.

“Nope, we’re good,” he replied.  “Thanks.”

I nodded and walked back down the hill with Levi on my hip.  We ate our breakfast and watched out the window as everyone worked and cared for the young woman.

Some were talking with her, checking to make sure she wasn’t bleeding anywhere.  They helped her up and brought her to the ambulance.

Others walked around the car and looked it over, deciding how to handle it and which parts might be dangerous.  Scraps from the bumper and front were strewn yards ahead; a couple men went around to pick them up.

The mulch and tulip leaves she’d plowed over were swept back into the median, and the road was cleaned right up.  Soon cars and trucks began to leave and one group of firemen was left waiting for the tow truck to arrive.

They hooked up the car and the tow began to pull — scraping the grass in two clean strips straight up the hill.  They picked up the other bumper fragments and made some paint marks on the tree and grass.  With a few finishing tasks, they all loaded themselves up and off they went.

As I watched the whole process I couldn’t help but be in awe.  From the time she hit the tree to the moment the last responder vehicle left was no more than an hour.  It amazes me how quickly and efficiently everyone works — and they all work together, however many of them, without stepping on each other’s toes.  I’m sure there are moments they get in each other’s way, but think about it; they come on scene and work.

They make sure everyone is cared for first.  People are the priority; and once they’re covered, they jump head first into whatever the problem is.  They see it through to completion and make sure everything is accounted for.

If you know someone or multiple someones who serve in these ways — will you thank them?  Thank them for their dedication, their resolve to do their best, their sacrifice.  They do the dirty, painful, hard work that often goes unnoticed but undoubtedly makes our lives so much easier.

And if you’re reading this as one who has served, thank you.

Dear Diary

Today Mommy took me to the mall and I got to see a friend!  There’s a place that has these big colorful things that you can climb on and one of them you can go into.  And there are spinny things on the wall.  And a mirror — I like mirrors a lot.

We ran around and my friend was a little faster than me, so I tried to keep up with her.  She liked to run outside the place and then her mommy had to chase her and bring her back.  I tried to too because the other stuff looked more fun, and mommy let me go for a little bit but then she brought me back.

We played for a time and then our mommies put us in our strollers and gave us snacks and we got to see the whole mall.  There was so much there!  Sometimes I couldn’t focus because of all the things and there was a lot of music.  And then I got a little grumpy because I was tired.  Mommy made me miss nap so we could go play.  I guess that’s okay, because then I just slept in the car.

Except when we left the mall then we had to get groceries, and that wasn’t a lot of fun.  I wasn’t allowed to touch everything and it took a long time and Mommy took away the bag I was chewing on because I was getting it too wet.  So I was grumpy and fell asleep in the car.

And guess what?  When I woke up I was at home and Mommy was holding me and telling me that it was time for lunch.  I really love food.  :)



Happy Friday


It’s the little things that make us smile, isn’t it?  I took my camera out to my parents’ house not too long ago and grabbed shots of their budding peach trees.


The smell was faint, with dainty, beautiful blossoms to match.  I couldn’t help but stand there for a few minutes and take it all in.  Thank God for cameras, so we can keep those moments alive longer!


Happy Friday, friends.

Sunny Days & Dark Days

I’m sitting at our desk with hot coffee and the front door wide open, the bright sunshine coming through and warming up the tile floors.  The birds are chirping away and flying from tree to tree, popping down into the grass and then scooting back up.

We haven’t had much sun lately; it’s been chilly and rainy for a while.  Once that sun shows up, it’s like a whole new world.  Everything comes alive!


Sitting here I’ve been thinking — days like today are ones where good attitudes and positivity come more easily.  Things are bright and happy and you can’t help but smile.  (In general, of course.  Some days are just hard because bad things happen.)

Yet there are long seasons of darker days, at least in some parts of the world, where the sun doesn’t shine quite as much and the temperature is much lower.  It can be harder to join in with the good attitudes and positivity; the cold and dark can wear on you.


So I’m curious: if you’ve sat in your chair on another cold and dark day, maybe in the middle of a long winter or the middle of a rainy season — if you know the challenge of staying positive, what things do you do to help?  How do you keep a genuine smile on your face and a good attitude?

Do you add plants in your home for some life and freshness?  Do you have a habit of journaling thanksgivings and blessings?  Are there Scripture verses you memorize and keep visible around the house?

Share in a comment below; I’d love to hear your thoughts and wisdom, and I know others will benefit as well!

Have a wonderful Tuesday.  :)

Dear Diary

Hi everybody!  I’m playing with letters right now and I see that Mommy is busy… so I’m going to open the drawers that she says I can’t touch.  Oh she caught me.  I’ll just go over to the door… but now she’s not looking again — oh yes she is eeek!  I’ll go back to the door with my letter.

We got groceries a little time ago and we went to a store we only went to sometimes.  I was confused because it didn’t look like the one we always go to.

Hey look, what’s that?  I’m gonna eat it.

Anyways we got groceries and then we came home and had lunch.  Mommy gave me some of her food and it was really yummy.  She thought it was funny when I took a big bite and looked away, cuz then I looked back and smiled and she laughed.  Now we’re playing — and we got to dance cuz Mommy has music playing.  I like dancing!

These books are on the table but I think I want to throw them on the floor.  I’m gonna do that.  Have you read the Duck book?  It’s a good book, but sometimes it gets boring.  I threw that one and I don’t know where it went.

Hi Mommy, I’ll give you a hug.  What are these on my shirt?  Mommy calls them buttons.  They don’t come off though.  I’ll go open the drawers again.

Nope, no no no no Mommy!

I’ll just go eat the door.  Wait, what’s that?



A Time for Everything


To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;

A time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;

A time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to gain, and a time to lose;

A time to keep, and a time to throw away;

A time to tear, and a time to sew;

A time to keep silent, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;

A time of war, and a time of peace….

He has made everything beautiful in its time.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11a

Happy Birthday


Happy birthday, Bumpa.

There are so many things and people I wish you were here for.  I wish you’d met Josh, gotten to know the man I’d marry and share your wisdom and stories and humor.  I can imagine both of you working on computers together, making egg sandwiches together, laughing at silly jokes and making all the puns.  You would’ve loved him.

I wish you’d been at the hospital when Levi was born, to hold him and watch him stare back up at you.  I often wonder if you would’ve said Levi did the same as I did when you first held me — you said I stared right back and you knew I was a thinker, an observer.  You wouldn’t have gotten enough of him.  He was almost born on your birthday; only 10 days apart, and I know you would’ve been so close.

I wish you could still send me those sweet emails, the encouragement I always needed and the facts and tidbits we both enjoyed.  I wish we could sit together and talk business and photography, go on photoshoots and get ice cream.

You don’t have any more birthdays on earth but I know Heaven is treating you even better than we ever could.  I know you’re with Jesus in the best place possible.  And really, that’s the only comfort I have missing you here.  Maybe you’ll get to have the most amazing coffee ice cream today?  ;)

I’m going to go get some tissues now.  I love you, Bumpa.  Always.

Dear Diary

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Mommy says she has to translate when I write to you.  Because I guess I write crazy and then she has to make it make sense.  But she says I do a good job anyways, and I think so too — don’t you?

I got to eat a muffin this morning and it was really yummy.  Mommy says there’s a beggie in it that’s green but I think it’s just green sprinkles.  She made them yesterday and I tried to take Daddy’s and he let me have some.  He didn’t like it when I tried to take a bite while it was in his mouth.

I got to talk to my Grammie yesterday too on Daddy’s screen.  There was a doggie making a lot of noise and I tried to see why but I don’t know.  Grammie was playing with the doggie.  We talked for a little time while we had dinner and then I didn’t want to eat anymore so I threw my food on the floor.  That always makes Mommy not happy but then I get out of my chair.  Grammie said we’d talk again soon — and she played peekaboo with me!

Daddy and Mommy played with me and then it was bedtime.  I don’t really like bedtime, because I like to play instead.  But I guess it’s okay because when I wake back up I get to play some more and it’s a new day all over again.  Today I got to play with Mommy’s pots and slam them on the floor and it made a LOT of noise!  I think I’m going to go do that again.

Oh, maybe not because Mommy said not right now.  It hurts her ears.  But I think she doesn’t know that it’s so fun.  I need to show her.



Dear Diary

I’m all sick again and Mommy says she hasn’t had much time to write so that’s why I haven’t gotten to say hi for a long time.  Being sick is not good at all.  I don’t like it.

I haven’t gotten to do much fun stuff either.  My grammie came over yesterday and stayed with me and we played and that was nice.  She opened the door so we could go outside and play but I didn’t really want to.  But then later I thought maybe I would want to, so I started to go out — but there was this thing on the ground out there that felt so weird on my foot.  I decided I didn’t want to go out anyways.

Usually Mommy brings me outside every day, except we haven’t gone outside today yet.  I think because she was trying to do some things and also wipe my nose, which she has to do a whole lot.  Maybe that’s why we didn’t go outside.  I’m pretty sure she’ll bring me outside after my nap, because we haven’t gone to the mail yet.

Sometimes I walk a little to the mail, and sometimes Mommy tries to make me walk and I just say no and sit down.  Then she has to carry me instead.  I like that more.  :)

I’m really tired, so I think I’m going to fall asleep soon.  Except I don’t like naps right now because I can’t breathe and there’s no way I can be comfterble.  I was supposed to take my nap a little time ago… but I don’t want to be not comfterble again.  I think maybe I’ll try now though, because I’m so tired.





Mommy’s Note:  He finally fell asleep.  It’s been a few days and nights of not sleeping well; he’s been so miserable.  Nasty cold!  Hopefully the sun will come back out and we can enjoy some more warm weather.  Isn’t he cute?  ;)


One Year


Happy first birthday, sweet Levi.  We are so thankful for you!  While you may not understand the meaning behind this weekend, Easter, our greatest desire is that someday you will — and that you will love Jesus more than life itself.

You’re a gift to us; we’ve loved watching you grow and learn this year.  You love to make people laugh, and you have so many expressions to assist you.  You love to talk, move, climb, study and observe… seeing what you take interest in has been and will be so much fun.

You make us smile, buddy.  We love you to the moon and back!

— Dad & Mom