Early Morning Daddy Time

As Shiloh and I have been trying to figure out schedule things that work for us and little Ms. Addison, one thing that has worked out really well is that I take Addie downstairs after her "first" morning feeding...usually around 6:00 or 6:30 and we hang out together until about 8:30 or 9:00 so that Shiloh can get a good stretch of sleep before she has to wake up for real.

This is probably the best part of my day, because Addie is usually pretty content to just lay in my arms and sleep. I've realized that I don't know many lullabys, so I just end up making up songs to sing to her and laugh at the silly faces she makes.

I call the following pictures, "Progression of a Nap". Check out the awesome poses. While Addison was still in Shiloh's belly, the doctor told us she was going to be a breakdancer because she was basically "spinning" on her head. I think these pictures confirm that assumption.

A Different World

At the university down the street from our church building, there is a BAR inside the CAMPUS CENTER.

It probably says a lot about me that I am so surprised by this.

I am really wishing I was headed to Abilene today for ACU Homecoming. It is Shiloh's 5th Reunion year, and lots of my friends' 10th Reunion year. And it would be great to show off Addison. Oh well. Maybe next year...and definitely the next year for my 10th Reunion.

2 years ago...1 week ago

About this time two years ago, Shiloh and I went up for a drive through the mountains. Seeing the aspen leaves as they change color from green to bright yellow, red, and orange is one of Shiloh's favorite things to do in the Fall. We found a spot just outside of Estes Park that had a huge cluster of aspens that were just beautiful.

It had only been about a week since Shiloh and I had found out that Shiloh had had a miscarriage. Taking that drive through the mountains and looking at the aspens was a really healing experience for both of us. I like this picture because of all the colors and beauty, but also because it reminds me of that healing that we both felt.

It has been a hard two years for Shiloh and I. A few months after that picture was taken, Shiloh experienced another miscarriage (this time an ectopic pregnancy) and we were again feeling so much pain.

Yesterday, Shiloh and I drove up into the mountains and took this picture.

All I can say is something that I haven't been able to bring myself to say very often these last couple of years..."Isn't God good?!"