It is hard to believe that Jeremy and I were married 8 years ago today! If you do not mind I would like to brag on my husband for a minute. He is a great husband and father. I am very thankful for him. It is amazing, but I think we grew closer as husband and wife during the years of my cancer and the year we were in the process of Sam's adoption. I am blessed that he stood beside me during the most difficult two years of my life. He continued to love me during my horrible mood swings and he still thought I was pretty after gaining 30 pounds. During those years I lost sight of who I was but he still saw me as the woman he married. I am also very thankful for his openness to adopt. I have heard of so many couples where the husband is very hesitant to adopt or choses that he does not want adopted kids. I am also proud of how hard he has worked the past year to finish up his classes do he could be hired by Metro Public Schools. Last summer when he decided to try to finish up I thought it would not happen, but he was diligent and finished. I am very blessed to have a great husband.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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