Saturday, June 25, 2011

Your birth Song

Dear Boston,

When you were born Dad and I had church music playing on Pandora.  When you came out and were placed on my chest one of the nurses said, "it's like this song was meant to be playing".   Dad and I couldn't remember the song you were born to because we were totally caught up in meeting you for the first time!  We knew one of the songs that played had lyrics like, "we will love you, we will take care of you" but we couldn't remember THE song that played the moment you were born.

Well, today while I was cleaning and listening to the same Pandora station (Hillary Weeks) that I listened to in the Hospital, your song came on!  Your birth song.  The one I had been wishing I could find.  It hit me like a ton of bricks and I knew it was your song.  It is a beautiful song about Christ's birth.  The day you were born was such a spiritual experience.   Here is THE song.

I love you baby,



Thursday, June 23, 2011


Dear Boston,
I am currently rocking you in one arm while typing with the other.  I wanted to share my latest journal entry with you. Here it is,

Thursday June 23rd, 2011
7 am (cozy in bed)

Boston is 9 months old and is presently experiencing croup for the first time. Poor baby. He is sleeping sweetly in his crib next to me right now. The wind is blowing the curtains open and a cool breeze is filling the room after a long hot night. The sound of the humidifier is keeping us company, thankfully sans coughing attacks. For now, Boston sleeps peacefully. We had a long worried filled night. I watched Boston toss and turn all night in between one coughing fit after the other. He tangled himself in his blanket as he tossed and turned all night. With every turn a little more of his chubby thighs were exposed. I replaced his blanket back over his sweet little body all through the night, taking care to not wake him. Boston was in constant search of a comfortable sleeping position and when he couldn't find one, he would sit up, try to orient himself and then toss his head back down, bum in the air, in total exhaustion. When his coughing fits got really bad I picked him up and held him, while patting his back until they subsided. We stood and sweat together in a hot steamy bathroom trying to clear his airways. I nursed Boston multiple times throughout the night and these moments were the few that he seemed totally at peace and relaxed. I cried a little. Observed a lot and prayed all night long. Countless times I reached over to touch his little chest to see if he was breathing ok. I picked him up to rock him and lay him back down many hours throughout the night. It was a long worry filled night and all I could think, was how much I love this baby.

He is my world. I want nothing but the very best for him and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. He is such a sweet sweet baby and hardly cries. He hardly even makes a fuss. He just looks up at me for comfort and twirls my hair in his fingers as I sing him his favorite songs. Boston loves and adores me and I unconditionally love him. He is everything to Dane and I. He's the first thing we think about when we wake up and the last thing we talk about when we go to bed. I pray that his health will return soon. I know Heavenly Father is looking out for him and for all of us.

i just love this nakey picture of you...don't worry i'll delete it from here before you're old enough to get mad at me about it
I am so tired, but so grateful that I get to be the one serving this little boy. He is an angel and it is an honor to be his Momma. I am so grateful that the Lord has entrusted this sweet spirit to my care and I will do everything I can to care for and love and nourish this little boy.


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Growing up so fast

You and your buddy Owen
Dear Boston,

You are growing up WAY too fast.  As excited as I am to watch you grow and change I am quickly realizing that you won't be my chubby baby boy for much longer!  You are learning new things daily.  At 8 months old you said your first word, "Momma".  Then around 8 1/2 months you said your second word, "Bob".  haha!   Daddy and I laughed and laughed the first time we heard that.  I'm not sure who Bob is, but you sure like saying his name.  :) 

I was reading a book yesterday but I had to pause because I couldn't take my eyes off you.  You were so cute trying to figure our your toys.  Your motto these days is, "Go and do".  Your hands and feet are always busy.  You still love to be silly with me and Dad, but you are not much of a cuddler.  Your naps are going so much better these days and you and I love to cuddle up in the rocking chair and read Goodnight moon together.  You are standing up all on your own for long periods of time and you love to cruise along pieces of furniture to get to mom or Dad. 

My favorite new thing of yours is this silly face you make whenever you are hungry.  It looks like you are trying to make a crying face, without actually crying.  It is so funny and so cute.

We love you more every day kiddo!



Sunday, June 5, 2011

Another blog!

I started ANOTHER blog.  It's a blog strictly for testimony bearing.  :)  I've felt inspired recently to share the Gospel with as many people as I can and a blog is a GREAT format to do that.  

Enjoy!  :)

This is My Testimony