in the blink of an eye

my sweet baby boy who entered the world just before midnight on the 23rd (his daddy's baseball number) is a teenager.
my sweet baby boy who played baseball at 4 years old,
watched "i wonder how they really build roads" over and over.
my baby who wouldn't go a day without wearing his baseball cap for 2 years straight.
my little pacifier loving baby who carried around a blanket like linus.
my sweet baby boy who loves people with all that he is.

i am so, so proud of the man he is becoming before my eyes.
he is gentle, but strong.
an artist, and athletic.
a good leader and good listener.
he roots for the underdog, always.


happy 13th birthday my blue eyed baby boy Isaiah Cole,
you make me proud every single day.
i am honored to be your mom.
i love you son.

my kind of love

i've been thinking on a few things these last couple of days.

if you haven't read crystal's story yet.. go read. www.182days.com
if you don't know steffany's heart... go read. www.toliveloveandlaughtoday.blogspot.com/


if you don't know my heart... please read.



i am passionate about love.

my greatest desire is to love people well.

it keeps me up at night.

if fuels my actions, my thoughts, my daily life.



i don't think about stuff much before i do things... i act.

i used to think this was a bad thing.

i don't anymore.



i am not the kind of person who says, "that sounds like a good idea, let me pray about it, i will get back to you."

i always wanted to be that kind.

but i'm not.



i read an analogy on a blog this morning that nailed it on the head.

i am the kind of person that stands in front of the mountain and screams at the top of my lungs, "MOVE!!!"

and when it doesn't, i grab a shovel and start moving it.



i have come to the conclusion, that i can't really feel bad about that.

it is who i am.

and maybe, instead of dwelling on what i am not, i should start passing out a few more shovels.



today is valentine's day.

a day when we are supposed to show love to those around us...

if you love me, act.

pick up your shovel.

move a mountain.



if you are in need of a mountain, i happen to know a good one.

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and put crystal's name in the memo's.

she is a screamer like me.