Sakura Bloom Sling Diary Submission – A Day in the Life

It’s February in Minnesota – typically the coldest month of the year. This is when you’re most likely to check your weather app, see that it’s thirty below at 8 AM and that it isn’t going to get any warmer, and want to pull the covers right back over your head.


But we are mothers. We don’t have that luxury.

So we bundle up in our wool slippers and fleece-lined tights and sweaters. We drink coffee – lots. We beg our friends to brave the cold and join us for an afternoon to help each other (and our little ones) stay sane.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last sixteen months, it’s that motherhood is hard work.


It’s precious and it’s fleeting, but without the love and support of other mamas in our community, it can feel stifling. Suffocating. Especially when you’re trapped indoors with a laundry list of things to do and a highly active toddler.


So we breathe deep. We make ourselves stronger. We drink more coffee. We take our time washing those dishes – letting the water warm our hands. We laugh as we chase our little ones around the house– again. We take time to stop toiling away at all our busy nothings and cherish those snuggles.


Because these days are fleeting. Though some of them seem longer than they have any right to be, the years go by so fast. And before we know it, those chubby little hands now stacking pancake pieces on top of a sippy cup will be waving goodbye as they head off to their first day of kindergarten. Or college. Or Australia. Who knows what wonderful adventures the future holds for this little life?


So we find joy in the chaos. We embrace it. Because we know one day we’ll find ourselves longing for the sleepless nights and endless days we spent being everything to our babies.

(Photo credit: first photo mine, all others courtesy of Ryan Stadler.)


My son is eight months old. He’s nearly been alive as long out of the womb as he was in it. For some reason, that just blows my mind.


Watching him change and grow and learn always makes me think of how once he was this tiny little boy, roaring on the warming table while the nurses tended to him after taking entirely too long to make his way into this world. How surreal it felt to snuggle him for the first time. How I fell in love with my husband all over again as I listened to him talk and sing to our son about all manner of things he was far too small to understand. Those first few restless nights. How exhausting it all was, but still so precious.


Now, he’s rolling and sitting and laughing and playing and scooting himself all around the place (backwards) and frequently giving me a heart attack when he gets too close to the edge of the bed or reaches for a power cord or bonks his head on the floor from trying to switch positions too quickly.


What. just. happened. Seriously. How did we get here from there? Five years ago, I was wondering what to do with myself since all my plans kept failing and following Jesus had led me pretty much all over the world, but never to anything like a final destination– or at least a “hey, you’re gonna live here for more than a year.” Now I’m married, we’re buying a house, and my son is eight months old.


It’s true, you know. The days are long, but they go by so fast.

At eight months, little baby Moses…


– has curly hair. Or is starting to. I prayed he’d be spared the curse, but no. Looks like he’s going to bear that burden too. Sorry, son. (Oh shush. If you had naturally curly hair, you’d understand.) It is pretty cute on him though.

– is not really a very little baby at all. In fact, I often get that comment from people when I’m out and about. “Whoa, that’s a big baby!” I guess he looks more like a little boy than a baby these days.

– is just not a good sleeper. Nap time and bed time are all very hit or miss. He hardly ever settles himself down without at least a little crying, regardless of how hard I try to make it a smooth transition. He still wakes up at night more frequently than I’d like, but I guess it makes sense when he has to share a bedroom with people who don’t typically go to bed or wake up for the day when he does and especially since one of them snores when he’s lying on his back. (Not naming any names.) Hopefully the room sharing will be at an end soon. Fingers crossed.

– gets compared to “the Gerber baby” pretty much everywhere we go.

– likes to twirl and pull the little curls around his ears. It’s completely adorable.

– is trying really hard to crawl. He can get up on all fours and rock himself back and forth, but from there he either slides backwards on his belly, sweeps a leg under himself and sits upright, or puts himself in yoga poses. Including downward facing dog, high plank, and low lunge. I kid you not. If only I could get him to master savasana. ;)

– likes books. Especially chewing on them. But reading them with Mama is okay too.

– thinks other babies are hilarious. Especially when they’re talking or smiling or laughing. He cannot control himself in these scenarios.

– is happiest in his sling (love my Sakura Bloom! Saving up for one of the fancy ones next…) or his stroller. Really any time we’re out and about and not in the apartment. He loves to have things to look at and people to watch.

– chews on absolutely everything he can get his hands on. Subsequently, the front of his shirt is usually saturated with drool. When these pictures were taken, he’d had this shirt on for about five minutes. Hence, the minimal saturation. I suspect this means more teeth are on the way.




If you’d told me five months ago that come this time of year, I would have such a happy kid, I probably would have thrown something at you. Or at least mumbled some not-so-nice things under my breath about how even though I’m a first time mom, this is not my first rodeo and I do actually understand a thing or two about babies. Forgive me my grumbliness. Post-partum and sleep deprivation and spiritual drought are a particularly nasty combination. While I knew eventually, Moses would mature and that most babies are generally pretty happy and fun to be around between 6-9 months, I had no idea just how fun & happy my son would be.


Moses is a drool bucket. (Choc it up to those pesky teeth poking through and a newfound obsession with his tongue.)

He’s also a really, really happy kid. And as long as he has new things to see and people to watch and places to go, he’s pretty content just watching the world go by from his stroller or high chair or shopping cart or whatever contraption I’m wearing him in.


I have to say, I will forever have a soft spot and an overflowing cup of compassion for parents of reflux babies. Watching your little baby squirm and scream in so much pain and hate eating is just something no one should have to suffer through. And I know there are families who had it far worse than we did. I’m so very, very thankful that now, at seven months, those days are pretty much over. His meds are working (although we do have the occasional “flare up” days which are the worst), he’s eating well, he’s healthy and happy. He even sleeps. It’s a miracle. And I’m thankful beyond words.

At seven months, little baby Moses…


– has 1.5 teeth. And they’re the cutest everrrr.

– is such a happy boy it’s hard to believe he’s the same kid who was so very unhappy a few months ago.

– IS FINALLY SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!!!!!! It only took him 6+ months and a few really miserable nights of sleep training, some encouragement from our awesome pediatrician, and weaning him off all his “sleep crutches” (see this totally awesome book), but he did it. We did it. It was a team effort.

– loves to jump and bounce and kick and flail himself about. He has two speeds: turbo and unconscious.

– has kind of gingery hair in the sunlight. But then again, so do I.

– loves to laugh and babble and be silly. And drool all over everything in the process.

– spends a lot of time making this face:



PS: You may have noticed my blog got a makeover. I decided I like the simple, clean, minimalistic presentation since this blog has become moreso about photography and life with Moses than what it was before. I may change it up more when I have the time. But Saturday morning naptimes are for coffee, relaxing, and dreaming about what to do with the day– not agonizing over blog design choices. :)


I must confess, I have mixed emotions about my son being six months old. One the one hand– we are finally halfway through the first year! On the other– we are already halfway through the first year!! How thrilling and sad. What a relief and yet just a little bit disappointing. I wouldn’t say I have baby fever – the sleepless nights are just a liiiiiiiittle bit too fresh in my mind for that. But I am thankful we’ve entered the fun stage. Six to nine month olds have always been my favorite. (That is until they’re four. Four year olds are the best. Hands down.)

And in true six month old fashion, Moses’ little personality is finally coming out and it’s a lot of fun.


This child is a daredevil. He gets so excited when Daddy gets home and laughs and laughs when he plays the sort of games with him that only a Daddy ever would. You know, the ones that make most mamas bite their nails and call out “Careful, honey!” I can’t say he’s fearless (thank God) but I’m happy for Aaron’s sake that they have more ways to enjoy each other.

This child doesn’t smile for everyone. He’s a bit selective with his affection. But he seems to really enjoy his grandparents, his uncles, Bronte, and the female cashiers at Target. That being said…

This child is a FLIRT. This particularly manifests itself with grins, happy kicks, and general arm flailing. I adore him.

This child likes to eat. The more real foods I introduce to him, the less interested he seems to be in taking a bottle. Doc says we probably shouldn’t work on weaning him off the bottle just yet, but to continue introducing new solids and keep working on the sippy cup. (He’s really, really terrible with a sippy cup. It’s kind of pathetic. I’ve never seen a kid take so long to figure it out. And I think I’ve tried four or five different kinds.)

At six months old, little baby Moses…


– is the cutest. Seriously.

– seems to have his reflux under control. Praise. the. Lord. Meds and formula and solids seem to be really helping. Every so often he has a flare-up and that day is pretty miserable. But I’m thankful he seems to be in a better place.

– looooooves baby food. Makes little yummy noises with every bite. I like to give him rice cereal mixed with strained fruit or vegetables. Okay usually just fruit. I know I should be trying to introduce more veggies, but frankly, the veggie poops are horrendous. Waaayyyy worse than the fruit poops. One of these days…

– is staying awake for longer periods during the day (usually around 2-3 hours at a time) and napping super inconsistently. I’d like to get him on a more set schedule but I’m kind of lazy with it because on those random days he sleeps in til 8:00 AM instead of 6:15, I’m blissfully happy. Those days are few and far between… but still.

– is still not sleeping through the night. Still waking up at least once to eat and a few times just for funsies. We took away the pacifier and the gripe water and we’re weaning him off the swaddler now that he’s rolling over. Even so– waking up once or twice or even three times is soooooooo much better than every 1-2 hours. And the more sleep I get, the less I’m like a ticking time bomb of sleep deprivation and hormones.

– loves eating frozen fruit out of his little mesh feeder from Auntie Loni. (Seriously, I am indebted to you forever for all the brilliant baby gifts you’ve given us.)

– looks adorable in hats. Especially his Emmet Otter/Elmer Fudd/Charlie Brown Christmas hat.

– loves to grab and pull and chew and suck on absolutely everything. Especially my hair.

– isn’t really sitting up very well. He’s great with support and he can hold himself upright for a few seconds on his own, but generally prefers to flop. Oh well.

– still has blonde hair and blue eyes. Just like his Daddy did when he was little.


Unrelated: You know, these photos are really not my best work. Shoddy composition, lazy white balancing, inattention to detail, patterns clashing absolutely everywhere. But you know what? Just this once, I’m going to say I don’t care. Or at least I don’t care enough to refrain from posting them. Because (a) my kid looks freaking adorable anyway and (b) taking great photos takes a lot of time and effort. And I’m short on both at the moment. And right now, I’d rather focus on making my little man happy without a huge hunk of camera in front of my face. He’s only this little for so long.


I feel like this month sort of flew by. Something about the weather getting above 30 degrees made me super motivated to get out of our apartment. Either that or I just really couldn’t handle being stuck inside any more. Frankly, Moses can’t either. He gets bored and then he turns into a giant fuss monster.

That’s right. My five month old gets bored. Like temper tantrum/total meltdown bored. Heaven help me.

Thank God for strollers and sunny days. This long winter’s just about been the death of me.

Now that I’m no longer nursing, I’m trying to get the baby weight off. And the pre-baby weight as well. Easier said than done. Still, I’m trying. And trying is better than not trying, right?

We’re also house shopping. This is equally fun and frustrating. Okay, maybe not quite equally, but still. If you’re a praying person, you can pray that we’re able to find and buy the right house quickly. We have very much outgrown the space we’re in and the house hunt is just exhausting.

I didn’t take a lot of photos this month, but I did take this one and I can’t help but post it.



At five months old, baby Moses…

– is suuuuuuch a flirt. Especially with the cashiers at Target. Seriously. Look at that “Hey ladies” grin. We’re in trouble.

– can roll from back to front and front to back and push up Little Mermaid style on his belly. However, he usually doesn’t do any of these things because he still hates tummy time.

– wakes up a lot in the middle of the night. Probably wouldn’t be a huge deal if he had his own room and could fuss himself back to sleep, but he doesn’t and Mama is just about losing it from sleep deprivation. Still, we’re always working on finding ways to help him learn to be a better sleeper. We’ve also recently started sleeping on the futon. Desperate times.

– loooooves being worn in a Moby or Bjorn. Never the Ergo and sometimes the ring sling. Apparently he prefers hand-me-down or borrowed baby wearing devices. Wish I’d known that before I dropped over $100 on the other two. Sigh. I guess it makes sense though– he is a Maurer after all. ;) Thriftiness is in his blood.

– is doing pretty great with feedings now that we’ve got him all situated. Meds + fancy formula + anti-colic bottles = a much happier tummy for Moses.

– just started solids and loooooves them. He actually gets mad and yells if I don’t keep it coming fast enough.

– is teething like crazy. Nothing’s popped through yet. I’m using everything in my teething arsenal to try to help him in the meantime. Poor guy.

– loves to squeal and squawk and smile and sing.

– reeeeally loves his Daddy. I love watching him get all excited when Aaron gets home. Best ever.

– doesn’t hate Sundays any more! Granted, the day is really, really long and when nap time rolls around, he is really, REALLY ready for it. He loooooves watching the worship team, but the second Hansel gets up to pray– meltdown. Then it’s off to the restless child room where he usually spends most of the time laying on his blanket and happily watching the lights, windows, and other restless children. Manageable. Much more manageable.


Four months. Whew. This third month has been a rollercoaster.

He’s better!!
He’s worse…
He’s better!!
He’s worse…

So it goes.

I’ve read things about a four month regression, but apparently my son felt the need to jump the gun on that. Hopefully this doesn’t mean he’ll do it again this month.. or keep doing it for another month. Uggghhh. It’s a good thing he’s so stinking cute.



Rollercoastery things include no longer sleeping through the night (-.-), no longer having the ability to self-soothe without the use of gripe water and a pacifier, and (you guessed it) more nursing issues!

I swear, the next person that asks me if I just loooooove breastfeeding gets a high five… in the face.

I guess the biggest thing this month is that we’ve learned Moses has silent reflux. Yeah, it’s as awesome as it sounds. Basically, this means he has a lot of stomach acid and gas pain and they interfere with feedings. It also means he’s spent a lot of time crying inconsolably. Ergo, so have I. He’s now on Prilosec and exclusively formula fed.

That’s right. Devil dust. The expensive kind too. Turns out, for Moses, breast is not best. In fact he does far better with an anti-colic bottle and fancy shmancy partially broken down, hypoallergenic formula than he ever did with breastmilk. And while there’s a part of me that’s sad that I never really got to experience “the magic” of breastfeeding, I’m really okay with it. And there is no one on the face of this planet that can dare suggest that I gave up too soon or didn’t try hard enough or didn’t do absolutely everything I possibly could to make it work. It just didn’t. I’ve learned that what matters most is that your kid has a happy, full tummy– not so much if it’s full of breastmilk or formula. Or rice cereal. Or applesauce.



A clue: I’m still very hormonal and emotional. Unless you’re feeling the need for a free avant-garde nose job, I suggest that all hardcore breastfeeding fanatics should exercise restraint here. There’s one Gospel. Breastfeeding has nothing to do with it. Mothering is hard enough as it is. And that’s all I have to say on the subject.

At four months, baby Moses…


– weighs over 16 lbs

– wears 6 month clothing.

– is trying so hard to roll from back to front. Any day now.

– still hates tummy time. Probably because of the reflux.

– loves his feet. Usually just one at a time though, he’s usually gnawing on one hand while the other is grabbing his toes.

– pretty much always wants to be held and bounced on a big purple exercise ball in our living room in front of the TV. Doesn’t matter if it’s actually turned on or not. Reflections on the screen are just as entertaining as any program .

–  has super fast growing finger nails. Hates having them trimmed. Screams bloody murder as soon as I start. But likes to scratch the mess out of his face if I don’t. Soooo…

– is getting better at grasping. Favorite items include linky rings, burp rags, and Mama’s hair.

– loves the Moby Wrap and his stroller. Can’t waaaaait til the weather is nice enough to maximize these tools outdoors.

– loooooooooves his Daddy.



Three Months.

Right about now my life pretty much revolves around Moses. So instead of wasting precious nap time trying to come up with something thought provoking to say about marriage and motherhood when I don’t actually have anything in mind, I’m going to quickly get this post up, have a cup of tea, and heck, maybe even a shower if he’ll let me.

Look at hiiiiiiim! My little blue-eyed lounge baby. Cutest little time sucker on the block. :)



At three months old, little baby Moses…

– has grasping pretty much down.

– likes chewing on his receiving blankets.

– gave his Mama the worst birthday ever. (And that’s saying something if you’ve been with us for a while.)

– scoots himself around on his back like an upside-down inchworm.

really doesn’t like tummy time.

– already wears size 3 diapers.

– doesn’t need the nipple shield anymore! He weaned himself off it. It was a miraculous gift. Like Jesus just decided, “Nope, she’s had enough. We’re done with this now.”

– still has other nursing issues. It’s a good thing we have such an amazing and supportive lactation consultant.

– really, really wants to stand. Seriously. He tries so hard to make this happen.

– sleeps through the night (HALLELUJAH!!) but only if you go to bed when he does.

– is too strong for being swaddled with a blanket. He just wiggles right out of it. Now only velcro can contain this child.

– LOVES his Daddy and misses him when he’s gone. Almost as much as I do. Almost.

– is totally mesmerized by his exersaucer. Pretty sure it’s his favorite thing ever. Well, until further notice.



Two Months

This is admittedly a little overdue, but I have a two month old. So. There’s that.

I can’t believe how much has happened in the last month. It feels like we have a different kid now. I’m a lot less hormonal and we’re both getting a lot more sleep than we were a month ago. I use “a lot” quite loosely– although 4-6 hours at a time truly is a lot more than 1-2.

I’m still struggling to adjust to this new season of life where it’s my job to meet everyone else’s needs. 24/7. 365. And how my needs are just perpetually marginalized. Welcome to motherhood, right? It’s hard to discern the difference between trying to get my needs taken care of and being selfish. I really don’t know where that line gets drawn. I just know I need to figure it out. And I need grace to extend. This is new for all of us. We’re learning – all of us. And we’re in it together.

Perhaps most importantly, I’ve learned afresh how important it is for me to have daily time in the Word. I bought myself a Christmas present. (Americanca much?) It used to be that if I didn’t get time with Jesus in the morning, by about 10 AM, it became apparent that I wasn’t really a nice Christian girl at all, but an impatient, selfish, raging lunatic with a Latina temper and a mouth like a truck driver. My need for Jesus was clear. But after seven or eight months of staying home sick with baby Moses in utero, it became less clear. Sure, I’d pray. Jesus, please help me feel better. Give me a healthy baby. Help me love my husband. Give me energy and strength to clean this place up. Please make my labor progress. Please make the pain stop. Please fix my problems. But the time I spent actually reading, meditating, and listening grew less and less important. And then comes the hustle and bustle of life with a newborn. How do you find time for the Word when you’re supposed to be sleeping, nursing, eating, hydrating, pumping, snuggling, soaking in the tub, entertaining guests, posting pictures of your baby for out of town friends and family, taking baby to the doctor, taking yourself to the doctor, tracking wet and dirty diapers, trying not to neglect your husband, etc etc etc. All the while– SO EXHAUSTED. Devotions, quiet time– does it really matter? When life is this crazy and all you really want is a nap, is spending your one block of quiet time (where the baby’s actually sleeping) trying to read your Bible and pray actually worth it?

It matters. It’s worth it. And thankfully, when you fail to follow that reading plan, He’s still faithful.

Because of what Christ has done for those who belong to Him, we serve a God who is faithful, loving, and true regardless of how faithful we are to him. In His mercy, He pursues us even when we don’t pursue him.

I said I bought myself a Christmas present. This is an excerpt from it.

“Christianity stands completely apart from all other religions because it’s not up to us to work our way into God’s favor. We do worship a holy God who demands loving obedience, but he’s unique because he took all the judgment for our failure onto himself. He’s already done everything for us. This is the scandalous, incredible Christian message of the incarnate God becoming man and dying in our place to bring us to himself. And it’s the message that we need to hear over and over again because we’re never completely convinced of it. That’s not to say that we don’t believe it at all; it’s just that there always seems to be some sort of lurking suspicion that he’s not as good as he says he is. He declares his love for us in the most lavish manner and still we wake up wondering if he’ll like us better today if somehow we can get our act together. Even so, he patiently continues to assure and reassure us of his love. He’s already demonstrated it in the most outrageous way: ‘God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.’ (Rom 5:8) Rather than our failures frustrating him, our sin simply serves to make his mercy more beautiful. We can believe in this love and rest in it, or we can try to figure out what makes him tick and then make a list of rules we need to obey to keep him from punishing us. We can believe in his love and welcome, or we can move back to ancient Rome in our hearts.”
– Elyse Fitzpatrick, “Comforts from Romans” 

Here’s to believing what He says and resting in His love.



At two months old, Moses…

– is too cute for me to even handle. Seriously. Look at that face! I can’t even.

– has the ability to sleep for 7 hours straight. (But generally doesn’t.)

– has an adorable mischievous little grin. Usually shows up when he’s supposed to be nursing and would rather be talking and therefore is spitting milk all over his mama. I call him out on it, he grins, I melt. It’s a vicious cycle.

– doesn’t seem to be quite ready for a regular daily schedule yet. (And I can deal with that for another month while his little internal clock develops. At least, I’m trying.)

– is doing much better with nursing. Most of his latch/seal issues have worked themselves out, but he still doesn’t want to nurse without the nipple shield. It’s looking like weaning him off the shield is going to take time, practice, and an abundance of patience that I don’t really have.

– loves to be social in the morning. Cooing and squawking and smiling, kicking his feet, flailing his arms and clicking his tongue are his favorite activities. It’s my favorite part of the day.

– despite our attempts to make him comfortable with background noise while he’s sleeping, he doesn’t really tolerate it. I’m thinking we need to invest in a louder white noise machine– he likes it and he freaks out if he doesn’t have it, but it isn’t loud enough to drown out the sound of the toilet flushing or the door closing or Aaron and I talking or the TV in the living room.

– really likes the activity gym he got for Christmas. Will lay and play with it for quite some time.

– has a pretty intense fussy time in the late afternoon/early evening. (aka “The Witching Hour”)

– gives me huge gummy smiles when I come and get him up from his naps. Melt my heart.

– has his Daddy’s sense of humor. Specifically, it’s really hard to get a laugh out of him! Oh sure, he’ll give a chuckle if you work for it, but to make him really laugh? I’ve only heard it once and I still don’t know what was so funny. He was hanging out in his swing and just started cracking up. It was adorable. Can’t get him to do it again for the life of me.

– *still* has hairy hobbit ears. The rest of the lanugo is long gone though. This might be a forever thing. LOVE IT.

– is in the 89th percentile for his weight, but has very little visible baby chub. My kid is all muscle. Like his Daddy.

– thinks his Grandpa Dennis is magic. After much observation, I’m pretty sure he’s right.

– has little froggy feet.



Couldn’t resist. I’m not really into the whole “stamp something on the butt of all baby clothes” trend or the “stamp anything on all the baby clothes” trend for that matter. In fact I much prefer good ole’ plain ole’ stripes, solids, and plaids. But these are freeeeeeeeaking adorable.

A P365 update… whaaaat?

It’s true. Pretty sure I haven’t posted a P365 update just for the sake of a P365 update in like a year.

And I don’t have anything particularly deep or thought provoking to share with the blogosphere. So you get photos and I get the comfort of knowing I’m making an effort to revive this blog.

But seriously– is he the cutest or what?



Aaaaand I normally wouldn’t show two shots that are so similar, but I absolutely could not pick just one.



Seriously. These two kill me.



Ohhhhh, my heart.

Six weeks

We did it! We made it to six weeks. Isn’t that a milestone? I feel like people have been telling me the first six weeks are pretty rough, and they have been, but things are steadily getting better. Moses is starting to sleep a little better (albeit still pretty inconsistently) and we’re starting to develop more of a routine which is a tremendous blessing to me. I am so much better able to function when I have an idea of what to expect of my day.

For example, I know Moses generally wants to go to sleep in his bed around 7:00 PM. No guarantees how long he’ll stay asleep before he wants to eat or how many times he’ll wake up wanting something from me in the night, but I cannot possibly begin to explain what a huge difference that 7:00 estimation makes to me. I also know he’s at his happiest right after he wakes up for the day (usually sometime around 7:00 AM) – particularly after he’s nursed. So happy that he’s usually content to squawk and swat at the little owl mobile that stretches over his bassinet. And he’ll usually take a short nap in his swing sometime in the course of the morning– giving me a chance to attempt a shower (he doesn’t always sleep through that) or have some coffee or blog or tidy up our home a bit.

Every day it gets better. Every day I’m feeling a little better, every day it gets a little easier, and every day Moses gets a little bigger– I swear. And there are those days where he can’t stop __________ (eating, crying, pooping, staying awake, freaking out for no apparent reason– take your pick and fill in the blank) and I can’t handle it. But there’s grace for those days. And I’m learning all over again how I just need to ask. And ask and ask and ask and ask and fall on your face in tears and beg… some days.

“But He gives more grace. Therefore it says, ‘God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.’ Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.” – James 4:6-8

I sure do love this boy. He’s worth it all.


Photos: Debra Ackmann