Wearing Capes

Joey and I escaped yesterday to the Warren Theater. Vehicle: minivan. We braved torrential rain showers and the guilt parents often feel when leaving their children with a babysitter. We emptied our pockets for a medium popcorn and soft pretzel, and sat hand-in-hand for 2.5 hours…childless.


The Incredible Pais

We don’t get to the theater very often, but when we do, it’s typically action, sci-fi or suspense. This time we saw The Avengers Age of Ultron and I loved every minute of it. I’ve blogged about superhero movies before; apparently I’m inspired by monsters teaming up to save the world from other monsters. (See posts: Superheroes and Child of Steel)

At one particularly action-packed moment in the film, I imagined it was Joey and I fighting the world back to back instead of Scarlett Johansson and Jeremy Renner.

I’ll change her diaper if you make his lunch. You capture Paisley, and I’ll throw Finn’s wheelchair in the trunk. I’ll pick him up from school while you feed her dinner. Throw me her paci! Toss me his shoe! Boom! Pow! Bang! 

Super Finn's first track practice...he's competing in a track and field event in June!

Super Finn’s first track practice…he’s competing in a track and field event in June!

This is such a fun life. Sure, at times we lose focus of our mission. It’s exhausting, absolutely. Sometimes I feel wounded and want to hang up my cape for good. But what kind of superhero would I be if I refused to fight? Cowered from my foes? As a believer, I’m reminded of the reality of our battle:

Do not be overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good. (Romans 12:21)


A Ramp for Finn

Five of my favorite men + 2 pots of strong coffee + 3 loads of lumber + the inspiration of one little boy = a beautiful deck and ramp finished in less than 6 hours!

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We couldn’t have done this without our families. I love having them near. It’s the best part of living in Tulsa. Everyone is just a few hours drive (or less) away.


The Cousins! (Minus Tucker)


“Uncle Chad is my best friend.”


The boys collaborated on a DIY project that will make our home more accessible for Finn. He watched the big boys build from inside, asking, “They are making that for me? So I can wheel?” Yes, love.

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The forecast of course promised rain, but God literally held it off until the minute we stood back and admired the finished product. I envisioned Him holding a yellow polka-dotted cosmic umbrella over our home for Finn. All for Finn.


He is one deeply loved and richly blessed little boy. Sure, he’s as naughty as any 3 year old, but there’s just something special about him. I like to think God gave him an extra dose of sugar, perceptiveness, and confidence.

Thank you, Terry, Dad, Chad, Tyler and Joey! We are grateful.

Angels and Pine Trees

Mother’s Day of 2012 I asked for a shock collar so I could walk Jersey, our 100 lb. black lab, and not lose my arm. (Post: Shocker)

Last Mother’s Day I carried Paisley in my swollen belly, counting down the final weeks to her due date.


Mother’s Day 2014

This year I asked for three things: 1) An edger  2) A pine tree (or three) and 3) a haircut. Well, today I received all but the edger. We got four pine trees on sale at Southwood’s Nursery and I used a gift card from my fabulous clients to get an eyebrow wax (it’s shameful how long it’s been) and a haircut.

There’s no denying mommyhood is difficult. Exhausting. Oftentimes thankless. Sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating in selflessness.

But today I felt so happy and so richly blessed to be Finn and Paisley’s mom. My eyes are welling with tears just thinking about it.


Because of Finn’s disability, I’m acutely aware that every gift is a miracle. Every giggle, every perfectly grammatical sentence of Finn’s, every muscle twitch in Paisley’s quads, every wet diaper, every tear, every kiss. These are blessings I don’t deserve.


Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow. (James 1:17)

These children sleeping soundly on the sheets I washed in the jammies I picked out for them are truly angels. They are gifts from a God that doesn’t change. He is good. He is good. And He is good.

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Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to be a mommy. Help me to get better at it. I give Paisley and Finn back to you; they are Yours. Be my strength and shield when I’m weak. Breathe Your energy into me when I’m tired. Whisper Your love from my lips when I’m angry. Love them through me. Amen.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you Warrior Moms. You rock. And NO ONE beats my mom, Deb and my MIL, Bec.You both inspire me to be a better mom.

(Read Post: Ode to the Mom)