Friday, March 27, 2009

Sensing my Daughters

I'm currently on the shores of the Oregon coast enjoying the grandeur of the ocean.

I love the ocean and can appreciate it with all five senses God gave me.

That led me to think of my children and how I appreciate them, too, with all five senses.

{I jotted down my thoughts under each category with the anticipation of going back through and formulating better paragraphs and correct sentence structures and helping you, my blog reader, to create a better scene description in your mind. But I've decided to leave the incomplete sentences and random wording as-is for this is a true mental note of my thoughts. I like it better this way.}


When my daughters are falling all over each other and their fingers are intertwined and arms are wrapped around each others necks; the dark skin contrasting with the light skin is so beautiful. Sneaking in on them in the middle of the night and noting the relaxed brows and jaws and taking in the innocence of their beings. Looking at a picture of my entire family, amazed at how obvious we're not 'natural' but feeling natural nonetheless.


When my daughters call my name and the word Mama is ringing through the house. When two of my daughters are learning English and their Haitian accents are mixed with American phrases mixed with youthful understanding of sentence structure. When my oldest and biological daughter sings harmony at the piano with her father. When all three of my girls are laughing at their father who's doing a funny dance in the kitchen pretending he doesn't know he's on display.


When my children are done playing soccer and gymnastics and hip-hop and afterwords I kiss their foreheads and am met with salty skin.


Moisturizing my ethnic daughters from head to toe with healing herbs and fragrant oils. The new smells of oils and hair, lotion and skin, coconut and body. Then there's my firstborn who's clothes and blankets and skin and hair and breath flood my nostrils and jog my memories of 7 years ago when she was an infant.


Laying in bed with three little girls all vying for a piece of my body to rest their arms, legs, heads; to be touching as much of me as they can. Feeling the weight of bony bottoms on my lap. Caressing the faces of multiple children throughout the day and noting the different bone structures in each. Rubbing lotion on every inch of their bodies. Reaching back in the car while I'm driving and holding the hand of a girl. Any girl.

Thank you, Lord, for the five senses you've given me. I do not take for granted that not one of them has been impaired.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Mercy Me & Me

We went to The Rock and Worship Roadshow last night!

WOOHOO it was so much fun!

For you other Christian Music fans out there, here's a list of the bands we saw:

Addison Road (she is 8 months pregnant and still had enough energy to sing beautifully!)
Tenth Avenue North (cool new sound and fun attitude)
Hawk Nelson (wow, talk about energy! Quite the performer)
Jeremy Camp (what a heart of God he has. Amazing testimony)
Mercy Me (Absolutely Fabulous)

Here's a picture of Mercy Me before they me me and David:

And here's a picture of the band AFTER they met us. Yeah! We became part of the band! They asked us to finish the tour with them, but we only had the babysitters till 10 so we had to decline.

We also got to get in to the Rose Garden before everyone else and pick our seats so we were rockin' close. Literally! And I'm glad we got this privilege because the place was SOLD OUT! Which means about 11,000 people showed up. According to the blog on their website, 1,000 people had to be turned away. We had the highest attendence of the whole tour so far.
It really was a fun night out with my husband and I'm glad that in a time where God is being thrown out the window and extreme liberalism is trying to rule, God is still on His throne and we can gather to praise His name!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Shamrock Run

It was so
....what's the word....

All those words will work!

I ran the 8k (4.9 miles) Shamrock Run this morning at 9am.

Smack dab in the middle of Downtown Portland with 22,000 other runners!

My friend Donna and I ran it together and had a great time. She's a positive person and runner so when I was thinking thoughts of "Why in the world am I running in the cold and the rain?"
She'd pipe in with "It's not that bad! Look at that pretty flower over there."

Or if I started to think "We've only gone 3 miles?" Donna would break into song "Oh Mickey you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, HEY MICKEY!"

Well, okay, that one perked me up and I sang along a bit to that one. Gotta love Mickey!

She was a great partner and we stuck together the entire time. Not once did we walk! Having a running partner helped us both power through the hills and the cold.
This is the first event I've run with a partner other than my dad. My dad is my original coach and trainer. Love you, Dad!
My Time: 50:33
I'm quite proud of myself as this is running a 10 minute and 19 second mile. That's faster than I've been training and I had the elements to contend with and hills I'm not used to. This is encouraging also because I only have 7 weeks left till the Half Marathon (13.2 miles)!!

Portland is proud for being weird and since this was a celebration of St. Patrick's day, there were lots of people dressed in leprechaun attire and green hair and all sorts of random shamrock diggs. The bag pipes were playing and beer was served to the runners during the race (yes during) and after the race. I mean, who doesn't want an iced cold beer after running 5 miles in ice-cold weather? My fingers were blue just holding the frosty drink. A-hem.

I didn't bring my camera and since the race was just this morning, it's a little soon for pictures from the web.

I grabbed my iPhone after the race and had these pictures taken of us.
Of course, do you notice how it is NOT raining in these pictures? Notice I said they were taken AFTER the race.


It rained pretty steadily the entire race and the wind howled and the temperatures were low. But just shortly after we crossed the finish line, the sun broke through and the city warmed up. Another famous Portland behavior.

Thanks for the great run, Donna. We did great!

Missed you, Rachey.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I like a good read.

Because things have been a little busier than normal, I haven't been keeping up with all the blogs I like to read lately.

And this morning I went to my bloglines and realized how far behind I am in keeping up with everyone.

As I started to click through, I realized something.

I'm a little bored with some of the ones I've been lurking. I find myself reading the first few lines or maybe paragraph, skimming picutures then clicking off. I've actually been doing this for quite a while now. Why do I still have them bookmarked?

I'm going on a quest in the next couple of weeks to find new blogs to read and delete the ones I'm not really that interested in anymore.

In case you're wondering if I'm going to stop reading YOUR blog, know that if I know you personally, I am still interested in your blog! Those are the ones I most love.

If I leave you comments, then I'm still going to read you.
If you leave me comments, then I'm still going to read you.
I love comments. Don't we all?

Really, I highly doubt anyone who is reading this right now is one of the ones I'm deleting. Like I said, it's the ones I lurk and have never ever left a single comment before. So they don't even know I'm there! Therefore, will never know I'm now NOT there.

Anyone have a blog or two that they read and just absolutely love that you think I'd love too?

Leave me the link and I'll check them out.
I'm gonig to start looking through the links people have on their sidebars to get a feel for what you all are reading.
Happy Blogging!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The things that matter to girls.

Here is my sweet friend Angela in my kitchen for our weekly cup of coffee.
She is debating between the two mugs as they both look so cute with her outfit.

We do this every week. The matching, that is.

Then we wondered, are we the only ones who do this?
Are we the only ones who love it and think it’s fun and funny?

Hm. Which one? Black or Pink?

See, the pink looks so cute with the shirt!

See the black mug on the counter? That's actually the one she went with. Good choice.
Hm...these brown giraffes look cute with my brown shirt.

But the brown in the tree and and hint of brown edges on the Eiffel Tower look so chic with the green!
I’m putting it out there…. anyone else enjoy matching their coffee mug or tea cup to their clothes?
C’mon…tell the truth.
I know you do it.