Can I keep you in a bubble?


Dear little one,

I have been burdened to write this to you lately as I look around me at everything going on in our world. I lived a fairly sheltered life as a child. I didn’t know about most things, especially bad things going on around me. Just now, as an adult, I have found out SO many stories from my mom about students at her school, most of whom I knew, getting in trouble for all sorts of bad things they were doing. I didn’t know they were doing any of this! In my mind, everyone I knew was doing the same thing I was, which was nothing. I was naive.

I want you to be naive too. I want you to carry a baby doll until you’re WAY too old to be carrying one.(Not that I did that or anything.) I want you to think everyone in your class lives in houses like ours and have parents like yours. I want you to think the best of everyone. But, at the same time, I need you to know that the world that you are going to be born into, is a world with a lot of bad things happening in it. People kill people for reasons like they cut them off in traffic. People judge others all because of their race. People force themselves sexually on others. Sometimes, when this happens, it isn’t considered rape because of who the person is or because the victim had had too much to drink. (Lord help me, if you are a girl, once you go to college.) People get divorced. Husbands hit their wives. Wives hit their husbands. Parents hit their children. People kill unborn babies. All of these things happen in our messed up world, and there is nothing you(or Daddy and me) can do about it.

I take that back, there is something we can do about it. We can pray for the world around us and show the love of Jesus through us. We can show others that there is a better way to live rather than the life they are living. I am praying for you every single day sweet baby, and that is never going to stop, but I want you to learn to pray for those around you as well. I pray that you are compassionate and loving and kind, ESPECIALLY to those who are hurt and broken. And let me tell you, this whole entire world is broken. Let’s love them.

Love, Mama


House United.


Dear little one, 

Fall is going to be a really confusing time in your life for a few years. There will be times when your Daddy is yelling and going crazy. (Hopefully, he won’t be saying anything really ugly in earshot of you, but he might, so get ready.) Then, there will be times when I am yelling and going crazy.(I will get even more loud and crazy if we are at Standaddy’s house.) It will seem like the people on the TV can actually hear us, but they can’t. We know this, but we are still going to yell at them like they can. I will always always always be dressed in red and black on Saturdays and your Daddy will constantly be in orange and blue. Sometimes, I will be in one room watching one TV, and your daddy will be in another room watching another TV. Most Saturdays, there won’t be a lot of talking between the two of us until all TVs are off for the night. This is called football season. You see, I am a born and bred UGA bulldog and your Daddy is a Florida Gator(true fan.) We don’t agree on football. Now having said that, usually we get along really well, as long as UGA and Florida aren’t playing each other. That’s a whole other story that you will just have to wait and experience. Just know that on Saturdays in the Fall, life at our house basically stops at 12:00 noon.

Even though your daddy and I don’t agree on football teams, we agree on most everything else in life. We agree that hard work is the key to success. We agree that we never want to be in the position to have to rely financially on anyone else. We agree that God comes first and foremost in our house(even above football.) We agree that we both play a big role in making our marriage work and being a happy, loving couple. We also definitely agree that you will be the best thing to ever happen to either one of us. Know that we are always on each others’ team. Sometimes, people that love each other just have to agree to disagree though. That’s what happens during football season around here,(especially the last weekend of October!) We can’t wait until you grow old enough to decide what team you will be a fan of!

Love, Mama(Go dawgs!) 😉