The Hands By Which We Take Hold of Heaven

Not having any kids of my own yet has made me a very dedicated Aunt/adopted “Auntie Tasha” to my nieces, nephews, and friend’s kids. Some of my friend’s kids even call me “Aunt Tasha” and call Chad “Uncle Chad” – it is the best feeling to hear our names verbalized for the first time from a 2-3 year old’s mouth. πŸ™‚

What is even more special than all of that is becoming the designated guardians in a friend’s will and testament that states that their kids would be our responsibility if something unforeseen and fatal should happen to them. Obviously we desire above all that nothing should come to that, but these are the things responsible people like the Hendersons prepare for. This is not only a tremendous and serious responsibility for us to commit to, but also a huge honor and privilege. After a brief discussion and some prayer, we accepted the offer and have since felt even more dedicated to love on Bentley and Molly as their “Uncle Chad and Auntie Tasha.”

This is our little buddy/adopted nephew Bentley. He is excited when we come to visit and cries when we leave to go home. He gives us numerous wet little “kisses” and loves to tell us all about his day “gig go gig gag goo goog”

He brings me so much joy! πŸ™‚

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Miss Molly Adeline was recently born on Oct. 10th and has graced the world with her sweet spirit and chubby little face! πŸ™‚

We love her already!

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Photos compliments of Ashley Johnson (soon-to-be Ashley Reese).

“Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.” – Henry Beecher

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Refocused

I thought I would miss Facebook and that it would be hard to feel so disconnected. The truth is: It has been great! I haven’t felt disconnected at all! I mean, I might not know something here and there with some of my long distance friends, but I feel more connected to myself, more connected with Chad, and more connected with the people I interact with through other mediums.

I finished one of my books. I’ve had a few long phone conversations to catch up with a few friends. I’ve made a lot of progress with some errands and projects. I even went to a friend’s house Tuesday night and visited IN PERSON with her and another friend.

IN.
PERSON.

It was wonderful.

Some things that have made me really happy lately….

Chad and I finally tackled cleaning/organizing our garage!! I could kick myself for not taking a “before” picture so you could see all the disorganized chaos and trash/empty boxes piled everywhere…. I went into “Monica Gellar” mode and we made our crowded, dirty, spiderweb-filled, chaotic garage into a use-able, organized space! YAY!

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* The garage after I Monica Gellar’d it:

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It’s probably better that you didn’t see a before picture after all…. πŸ™‚

I’ve also enjoyed celebrating recently with my friend Betsy who is about to have her first baby! They don’t know the gender (which is driving some people crazy) but all it really means is she isn’t bombarded with more baby clothes than actual needed items from her registry. Genius!

Plus it is really exciting not knowing! πŸ™‚

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I also was able to make her a kick-ass, gender neutral diaper cake! Their nursery is Grey and Cream/Yellow so I had fun with this one! πŸ™‚

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I re-wrapped the board it is sitting on to match as well. (Monica Gellar!)

This past weekend, we also got to see two of our dearest KC friends, Jason and Melody Morgan, finish a 1/2 marathon!! It was so exciting Β and inspiring to see them accomplish something that requires so much dedication! SO proud of them for doing this and I am 90% certain that I will be signing up for a 5k in the Spring!!

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One thing that does suck is that apparently anytime I am taking injectable fertility meds (like I am now) I cannot exercise AT ALL because it exacerbates the potential for OHSS in me. Super frustrating when you’ve just been inspired by your friend finishing a 1/2 marathon, but my doctor literally said “Absolutely no exercise at all. You need to rest!” after he measured yet another abnormally large cyst on my right ovary the other day.  😦

Thankfully I have so many other things to lift my spirits and foster a heart of gratitude inside me. Ever since I disconnected from Facebook, even just the past few days, I truly have been focusing on so much more of what I have in my life right now – rather than bombarding myself with what others have that I wish I had.

Also, cat feet are ridiculously adorable:

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I love that Maizie flips over onto her back when she’s entered a deep sleep. πŸ™‚

Hiatus from Facebook

I am hoping to be blogging more as I am taking a much-needed break from Facebook.

I just feel like what used to be a medium for connecting with long distance friends and networking/getting to know new friends has instead, for me, turned into a medium for drama or sadness.

To be honest, it has been hard for me to scroll through my news feed and see an overwhelming number of pregnancy announcements, sonogram pictures, and baby/kid photos.

Don’t get me wrong.

For some of my closest and dearest friends these are actually the highlight of my news feed! I love seeing photos of my KC friend’s kids and also getting to see them in real life. I love seeing the Bougher kids growing into little young men and baby Shine getting prettier every day. I love seeing pics of my nieces and nephews because every single one of them lives long distance from me. I love see Judah looking more and more like his Daddy and I love seeing Halle’s hair getting longer as she too gets more beautiful every day. I love the pics of my friend Jessica’s 3 kids, Janine’s little Micah, Michele’s two sweet boys, the Broussard family kids, and so many more….

The issue lies not in the pictures or updates themselves, but rather the fact that it now makes up 90% of my Facebook feed and every day I feel like I am “falling behind” in a journey that everyone else is taking. As much as you all include me, I am still left out. As much as I am over the moon with joy for you, I ache because my arms are empty. As much as I relish being a part of the lives of everyone I love that I can’t live near, I can’t tell you how many times I have just started crying from scrolling through my news feed.

Add to that the drama on Facebook and you have a recipe for a MUCH needed hiatus.

It won’t be permanent.
It will last as long as I need it to for my sanity.

I will be spending the time I am not on Facebook anymore catching up on the 10 books I have been wanting to start/finish.
The scrap booking I’ve put off for over a year.
The two blankets I have been working on for over 3 years!
The projects around the house I have neglected.
Intentionally hanging out with friends in real life here in KC without staring at my phone every 10 min. πŸ˜‰
Heck, even the shows/movies on Netflix I have been wanting to see!

I will be blogging more. Available by email: tashabcardwell@gmail.com and answering text messages. I will probably still check Facebook private messages every now and then, but you’re more likely to reach me by email since it comes straight to my phone.