Welcome! I am Emily. I am a daughter of the King. Yes that picture is from an 80's party - I don't have many pictures of just me ;) I am wife to my one and only love. I am mother to 3 precious souls. I love music. I enjoy baking, sewing, photography and you can find me most days in my home, wearing one of my favorite aprons, blasting worship music and homeschooling my children. I am an imperfect recovering perfectionist, learning that it is okay to be "me" and embracing this blessed life that I have been given. I believe that every moment in this life is important, and we need to seize them. Especially when it comes to our children. I am striving to be a teachable wife, mom, sister & friend! Thanks for stopping by!
~ The Husband ~
This is Ben - my handsome, talented, strong best friend of 14 years and husband of 10 years. He truly is my soul-mate. The only man I have ever loved, and my dream. He is real and flawed, but perfectly created for me by our Father. Ben is a Pastor, a Shepherd to his flock, and the head our household. He is an incredible daddy - willing to pitch in and get his hands dirty (washing cloth diapers!), or fingernails painted! He loves sports, fantasy sports, numbers & data (geek alert!) and he knows millions (ok, maybe not quite!) of random facts and can talk to anyone about anything!
~ The Kiddos ~
Evelyn is our oldest child. She is 7 years old. She is very bright, sweet, compassionate, imaginative, creative, and beautiful. She literally dances through life and always has a song on her lips. She is very helpful and mature. She loves playing with her American Girl dolls (thank you Grandma!), writing letters & notes to her family and friends, and coming up with grand adventures and schemes to act out with her best friend - her bubby.
Beckett is our boy - in every sense of the word. He is 5 years old, and enjoys doing preschool activities. He is very smart, brave, strong, tender-hearted, funny, organized and loyal. Beckett rocked my perfect parenting world - and I am so blessed that he did. God knew I needed to shake off my "ideals" of motherhood. He loves matchbox cars, being a knight, destroying things (haha!), his "blue" (blankey) and his big sissy!
Annabel is our spirited child - she is 3 years old. She is very curious and busy, busy, busy and she loves to get into EVERYTHING. She is extremely strong-willed and independent! She is a chatterbox and is mothered by her older siblings, whom she adores, but she can hold her own with them (trust me!). She make us laugh (and cringe) often!
Clementine is our sweet baby girl, born August 5th, 2014. She is such a content baby - just goes along with the flow. She smiles every time you look at her and she loves her older siblings.
Blessed is the mom who is so overwhelmed and ready to pull her hair out, that she surrenders her life to God. She knows that she cannot rely upon her own strength. The Holy Spirit will fill her, she will decrease - allowing God to increase which will bring Glory to His Kingdom. Blessed is the mom who is grieving for her loved one. The mom who has lost a sweet baby in her womb. The mom who mourns for a child she once held in her arms. The mom who is a widow. The mom who is an orphan. The mom who has said goodbye to a dear friend. This time of grieving will allow the Great Comforter to wrap her up in His arms and give her rest. Blessed is the mom who is comfortable in her own skin, confident in her choices and satisfied with her life. She does not compare herself to the supermodel mom or cast judgement on different parenting styles. She does not boast about herself or her children, she does not seek fortune or fame. For she is a daughter of the most high King, her worth and inheritance …
"Do I seriously have to do this again?" I thought as I rolled out of bed, stumbling to the door. It was the fifth round of clean-up that night. I stripped the bed (after a momentary "could I just throw a towel on it?"), cleaned up my scared, shaking daughter, remade the bed, and tucked her back in, kissing her and reminding her that the bowl was on the floor if she needed it (in hopes that I could avoid some clean up). I added the dirty sheets to the growing basket on the stairs, and crawled back into bed with a 13 month old who suddenly needed to nurse. Sleep must have overcome me at some point because I startled awake to do it all over again an hour later.
Have I succeeded in making you feel sorry for me? Have I convinced you of my martyrdom? I am ashamed to say that those were not even the worst thoughts running through my head, and I could honestly recount that story much more pathetically.
It happened the next day. My children were feeling a *little* better,…
I was recently sitting in a mall food court with my fifteen month old daughter, as my husband waited in line for the carousel with our older two. As the ride came to a stop, there was a group of young girls riding on horses directly in front of me. I noticed that the one little girl (who was maybe 8 or 9) was wearing very short shorts - as in you could not even tell she was wearing anything when she was sitting on the horse. To make matters worse, when she raised herself up off the horse, her entire bottom was exposed! I cringed and felt sick to my stomach as I peered around at the hundreds of people in the busy mall food court who may have just witnessed it as well. The little girl adjusted her shorts and went on her way, but I couldn't shake the sick feeling I had - the thought that someone in the mall could have enjoyed seeing that little girl like that...
I know that "wardrobe malfunctions" may happen sometimes. Even when dressed modestly, the wind can blow up a ski…