Ella after her bath tonight...she's getting mommy's curly hair!!
And just so you know. I'm not this amazingly brave woman who never fears, or questions, or doubts, or screams at God that I want answers and I want Him to fix my daughter. I don't feel like I'm someone that other people should admire for the way I handle what we have been given (and I only say that because I've been told by some that I am). I am a mother, a wife, a Christian woman who is trying to make sense of my daily struggles. I'm not a great mom...I'm not crafty or creative or very patient or even motherly (not the way some women are). I'm just Ella's mom and Joe's wife...and hopefully God's vessel. I'm scared and unsure and I feel out of sorts most days. My father-in-law always tell me how proud he is of me and how he thinks I do a great job of writing on this blog...it makes me laugh a little because, like I've said before, it's as much my therapy as it is a way to show pictures of Ella. I look back at my life and laugh...how far
I've come in 28 years. I'm so different than I was the week before I started dating Joe, even more different since being married to this amazing and wonderfully Godly man. Then on top of that blessing I'm given Ella. God changed me. God helps me to grow every day. I don't know how He does it. I don't know how He knew to create Joe and I for each other and then to give us Ella...she's so amazing. It doesn't matter what we are making this child do...she's in a good mood. She smiled through a good portion of a 23 hour EEG, laughs when we suck snot out of her nose, loves physical and occupational therapy...and laughs and talks to herself most of the day. She's usually only fussy when she's left alone...I don't know where she gets that. I guess I just thought I'd give you another peak into our lives.
Thank you for loving us.