To Those Who Recognize

I feel like a broken record always showing up in this space with the same old feelings all wrapped up in our grief, but this is our life right now and I can’t muster up enough energy to fake it or paint a picture that isn’t really there.  I just can’t.  Yesterday marked 3 months since Everett died and it was quite the week.  Josh Kelley and I went out on our 2nd date since Everett died.  I shared on Instagram how we measure everything by that now “since Everett died” and how it feels ridiculous and yet so appropriate.  We we’re gifted dinner and tickets to the NeedToBreathe concert in Nashville by some friends of ours.  Crazy nice.

Before NeedToBreathe took the stage Josh and I we’re going to look at their tees they had for sale and we ran into some friends we haven’t seen in a long time.  Usually I kind of dread these moments because I typically walk away feeling sad or mad or unseen, but the wife looked me right in the eyes and proceeded to tell me she was so sorry and she thinks about us and Everett a lot and then she said, “Let me buy you a drink.”  And instantly tears gathered in my eye balls and I felt seen.  It was just that simple.  She didn’t run from empathy because it might be weird or uncomfortable for her, instead she walked straight into empathy for us and then bought be a double vodka soda with a lime.

Josh and I walked to our seats and we talked about how nice that moment was…how simple it was…but what weight it carried for us.  The impact it has on us when people just acknowledge that Everett was real and lived and that we are immensely sad is huge.  When people tell me they don’t want to mention him or bring him up because they are afraid it will make us sad, well, we’re actually thinking about Everett dying every moment of the day right now.  No one’s going to re-remind us our kid died because that’s all we can think about all the time.  Say people’s names.  Talk to those people you know are hurting and ask them how they are really doing.  It will give life.

The concert was fun and I was super glad about that.  I’ve become kind of a hermit…not really wanting to go places or get out much.  When we remembered the kind gesture of our friends, I actually had some anxiety about it, but thought how dumb that was…Laura, you can leave your house and have a fun night with Josh.  This is okay.  It will be fine.  And it was.  The concert was great and right after one particular song the tears welled and I grabbed my phone and typed out these words:

I stood there wondering, alcoholic drink in hand, has anyone else’s child died.  Do they feel this song the way I do?

The morning Everett died Hillsong and NeedToBreathe we’re on repeat so of course this band and a lot of their songs rush our minds and hearts back to the the worst day of our lives as parents.  I was worried there would be zero fun and we’d leave an even more depressed set of parents that we already are, but we had fun.  We talked about him a lot and thought about him constantly and it was nice just the two of us.  And the concert was really really amazing.

It was big week of therapies for kiddos.  Although we feel like a walking disaster party of 7, it feels like a huge win to have steps and plans in place with outside people we trust.  Even though we’re not really benefitting a ton from the plans just yet, the plans feel nice so really we actually are.  I think everyone also really enjoys being heard and acknowledged by someone who is outside of our family.

Over the weekend Amon and Solomon both needed a new pair of shoes.  I was cleaning out their lockers and opened Shuai’s locker for the first time.  His little coat was hanging on the hook and his little shoes we’re sitting in the bottom of his locker.  It took my breath away.  How can he not be here anymore, but his coat, his shoes, all his little things that we’re so special to him are?!?!?  That thought still baffles my brain some days.  I grabbed his coat and just sat there in our laundry room crying into his jacket and breathing in deep the smell on his little coat.  He wore that little jacket all over China and everywhere here at home.  And his little shoes he had on the day we met him, well, I needed a good bit of time to get past that one.  I lined his shoes up on the bottom and hung his jacket back on the hook and closed his locker door.  Moving past that one would have to wait for another day.  I’m just not ready.

Today our littlest and I went to grab a few mid week groceries.  I usually have to go back to the store each week to get things we’ve run out of and our snack drawer was quite bare.  We walked into Kroger and headed to the deli counter when I saw an older women waiting at the counter with a little Chinese boy sitting in the big basket part.  He had round little cheeks and longish smooth black hair and he looked like our Everett.  Tears pooled immediately and I thought I might throw up.  Our littlest noticed right away and yelled out, “Everett.  That boy looks just like our Everett.”  And she got teary too.  The grandmother saw us, heard us and knew we we’re talking about her grandson.  She reached into the basket and cupped his sweet face briefly with her hands and smiled at him.  I was so afraid she thought we we’re being unkind.

Our littlest would not let it rest and by this point I was in a full on cry.  Mr. Larry came by and offered our littlest a banana and I could tell he was concerned.  I finally walked over to the grandmother and chatted with her.  We exchanged pieces of each others stories and she cried with me.  I gushed over her grandson.  He seriously looked so much like our Fu Shuai.  Before I grabbed my deli meat and went on my way she told me again how sorry she was with tears still in her eyes.  I walked away whipping my face with my shirt and while I know deeply what hope is, right now it feels a bit wonky and fake, but God keeps using people who choose to show up for us…for Everett…to remind me hope is real, fierce and powerful.  This grandmother simply made me feel again seen, cared for and understood.

  We went home to unload groceries.  I opened our snack drawer and started dumping in granola bars of every variety.  I noticed two small packages of Everett’s favorite Chinese crackers still in the drawer.  We took packages of them to the hospital in preparation for when he was recovering and able to eat again he would most definitely want some of his favorite crackers.  I remember opening up those packages when we returned home without Everett and how wrong it felt to dump those crackers into our snack drawer knowing full well the kiddo who loved them most would never be the one to eat them.  Two little packages still remained…all crushed and broken.  Week after week I could never bring myself to toss them even though I knew no one was going to eat the broken crackers.  I loaded in all our snacks around the two packages of broken crackers and when I was all done I thought, today is the day Laura.  I snapped a picture because that’s just what I do and then I threw away the crackers and shut the drawer.  It may seem crazy or bizarre or over dramatic, but to me it felt like a step forward no matter how lame a step it may be.

As always, thank you guys for still showing up to read in this space even though you likely already know what I will be sharing about.  Everett and grief and missing him still plagues our minds & hearts all the time and it’s really hard to write about much else.  So please know I do deeply appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness and encouragement.  And if you know someone in the trenches…show up for them and simply recognize their sadness & pain right now. I promise it will do more for them than you ever know.

Friday Thoughts

Well who else is super pumped it’s Friday?!?!?  I know I am.  We’ve had quite the fall break and I’m ready for Josh Kelley to have some extra time at home with us.  We ended up not going to the zoo because Amon got his foot crushed in a seesaw swing and we ended up at the hospital getting X-rays and now he’s going his normal 110% speed…on one leg. 🙂

His foot fiasco reminded me of the time he broke his arm when he was tiny and actually finagled his way out of his cast and I found it laying in our living room floor.  Then we had to go back to the hospital to have his arm recast and they gave him a full arm cast to keep him from escaping a second time.  Amon has always, always, always made life interesting.

There are a few things I live by solidly in life.  1.  I love Jesus.  Always and forever…no matter my current feelings.  2.  There is no such thing as too many chocolate chips in chocolate chip cookies.  Seriously, no such thing.  And 3.  Raisins have no place in any dessert.  None.  Nada.  Never.  These are my rules I live by.

THIS is still my all time favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe.  It’s the only one I make now.

I discovered Emily McDowell’s shop this week and I am want to purchase every single one one of her cards.  It’s like she looked into my brain and created a card line from my thoughts.  So much love.


We’re still trying to reach a big goal in our sock shop so we can max out our Morning Star matching grant.  You can read all about Socktober HERE.  And head over HERE to our sock shop and grab some fun, funky socks.  We need to sell 258 more packs of socks!!!  Think Christmas!!!!  Would so love your help and feel free to share.

I have a favorite new chicken crockpot recipe.  Find it HERE.  It is delicious and crazy easy.  I’ve decided if it’s not on the menu for the week then I’ll just make some for lunches during the week because everyone loved it!  We did not serve it over rice though, instead some people made nachos, some made soft tacos and some had taco salads.  So so good.

We kind of break or rust coffee cups a lot.  Ha.  Instead of tossing them all, Josh Kelley will glue back together the ones that have simply breaks or the rusted ones we just keep.  Then he buys succulents and little plants to go in them.  Some are actually potted and some he just sat in the cups in their little pot they came in.  Crazy cute and I am loving our bathroom window ledge these days.

And have you seen the movie Storks?  Every single time we get to the end of the movie I cry.  Every.Dang.Time.  The music plus all these families getting their babies they’ve dreamed and longed for.  Gah!  All the feels people.  All the feels.  If you haven’t seen it, watch it.  Such a funny and good movie.

Okay.  I hope you have one amazing weekend.  I’ve got a date tonight with some friends and I am super excited.  I’ve taken on quite the hermit nature…Josh Kelley asked if I was going to start having milk delivered to our house…insert middle finger emoji…hahahaha…so I’m excited to get out of the house tonight with some of my favorite people.  Here’s to a good weekend!

*Amazon affiliate link

Nine Things On A Wednesday

1. I wanted to thank you guys again for all the support and encouragement and votes during Noonday’s GoGetter’sGetaway.  You guys we’re the bomb voters and I am so excited to share that Lindsey Wheeler from Bottle of Tears and myself will be headed to Guatemala in just a few weeks.  I’m super excited and truthfully a little nervous as well.  This will be my first big feeling trip thing…if those words even describe this correctly…since Everett died so I am a little bit nervous.  I am really excited too though because I love Jessica, Jamie and Lindsey so I know I will be in amazing company. Can’t wait to meet the other ladies.  Thank you again and again for helping me get there.  So so appreciative.

2. It’s fall break this week and so far I have been unable to get us out of the house because, ummmm, well, the sadness is just really too much lately.  I told myself we we’re going to do all these fun things and here we are 6 days in and we’ve stayed home each day and watched movies.  I did have big goals to go to the zoo today and then a kid started puking in the middle of the night.  Lately I’ve been trying to be super gracious with myself and this morning I told myself how proud I was of myself (yes you read that right) that I got out of the bed and went to the gym.  We may be on movie #22 in six days, but I’m trying to be cool with that.

3.  Some days I feel immense guilt when my kids can recognize I need their support, encouragement and love.  I’m suppose to be supporting, encouraging and loving them not vice versa.  They are just kids.  But then some really intense rough days roll in and I thank God for empathetic kids who know Mom needs an extra hug or a little note or drawing left to surprise me.  I tell them all the time Josh Kelley and I are the luckiest parents alive and I stand by that statement firmly.

 4. Kroger flowers forever.  The end.

5.  My friend Leah recently shared with us about Special K protein cereal.  You guys!!!  This cereal is so delicious and fits into our 90 Day Challenge we’re doing at our gym.  For some people comfort food is homemade mac-n-cheese or fried chicken…for me…cereal…and cookies. 🙂  I could eat cereal every single day for the rest of my life so when Leah told me about this cereal our family ate an entire box in one morning.  I bought backups asap.  It’s low in sugar and carbs and has 10grams of protein in one serving.  Raise the cereal roof!

6. These two have been quite lost without their Everett.  They we’re best of buddies…out littles…so when I happen upon them getting into a new groove it makes me teary, sad and simultaneously joyful for them.  Thankful for their progress, for their adjustment, for their love for one another and desire to just play.

7.  We’re still working on selling socks.  Thank you guys so much for all the socks that have been purchased so far.  We would LOVE LOVE LOVE to reach our goal for Morning Star’s matching grant.  We’ve got 19 days left and quite the ground to cover so feel free to share with all your peeps.  Let’s max this out and spread the love of funky socks.  You can place your order HERE.


8.  We have collected quite a few books on grief and I’ve been unable to read any of them.  Everything I start reading feels too fluffy or religiousy or it makes me think, “There is no way this person wrote this any time close to when their loved one actually died.” or “There is no way this person has ever had anyone close to them die, especial not their child.”  They’ve all made me think that maybe in two years or so I will need these books.  Nothing has struck me just right yet, until now.  My sweet dentist Clair sent me the kindest gift in the mail which include Option B by Sheryl Sandburg & Adam Grant.  I hope this next sentence makes sense, but I didn’t want to read more about God’s hope.  I know about God’s hope & goodness during hard times.  I feel like I know about it pretty well and it’s tucked away tight in my head and heart even when I’m in a really crappy place.  I wanted to read something different and this book has been it.  It combines personal stories of loss and trauma accompanied by statistics and some science behind resilience.  It’s different and unlike anything I’ve ever read that approaches the topic of grief.  I started it this week and have already highlighted the crap out of this book.


And 9.  One of the things I’ve been really surprised by is the physical toll losing Everett has taken on our entire family.  Kids who we’re far past wetting the bed started wetting the bed.  All 6 of our kids we’re great sleepers and now we have kids who wake up every night or have nightmares or can’t go to sleep.  Kids who haven’t taken naps in years are now crashing out of sheer sadness.  We all use to enjoy going and doing and now the majority of the time we’d all rather stay home.  Josh and I use to really enjoy getting our workouts in and now it’s a battle.  And lets not even start the convo on food or going to church.  Yikes.  Now it’s this battle to fight against all these things.  Actions have been put in place…therapy for everyone…making ourselves get out of the house…forcing ourselves out of the bed and into the gym every morning…making more purposeful decisions.  It’s constant and exhausting, but we know it’s a fight we’ve got to push for.

I hope to check in again this week, but I’m thinking the zoo might zap every bit of life out of me.  That might be a little dramatic. 🙂  Thanks so much for reading and listening and encouraging.  You guys are always the kindest.

Hard Moments

Almost everyday after losing Everett there’s been some grief surprise feeling or thought that just crushes us or takes our breath away or brings us to the floor.  They come without warning and you never know where they will emerge from.  Ever.

I’m trying to be super honest in this grief process of losing Everett.  Each day I am truthfully shocked we survived another day.  Everyone is all over the place and we desperately want our boy back.  I want to share about the feelings some might not ever think of or the feelings I never experienced with losing Mom.  The more I am submerged in the death of Everett the more I see how different his death has been from my Mom’s, how differently it has affected me and our family and how it barely prepared me at all to walk this journey of losing a child.

Josh started listening to the original Peter Pan book on tape last week.  He text me the day he started it and said he got busted crying in his office over the book and Everett.  The original Peter Pan story begins explaining how Peter accompanied children who died so they wouldn’t feel scared.  Josh shared how he felt selfish for never thinking about Everett feeling scared at some point and I instantly lost it.  I sat in our kitchen and sobbed.  I had never had this thought either and instantly the pain and sadness and guilt rushed over me like a massive wave.  Our sweet Everett.  Thinking about him being scared at any point during our hellish time at Mott…during his surgeries or cardiac arrests or what it was like to go brain dead and eventually die.  It literally made me want to vomit.

I know thinking about things like this might sound foolish and some may advice not to think on these thoughts, but I feel this HAS to be apart of the grieving process when you lose a child.  There is so much responsibility you feel as a parent when your kid dies.  This is massively different than when my Mom died.  She was a grown, competent, of-sound-mind adult.  Everett was a 3-year-old little boy.  We we’re suppose to protect him and we were the ones making all the decisions on his behalf.  Do I think we did what was best with what we knew?  Yes, I do, but that does not mean the guilt and regret do not plague our minds and hearts relentlessly.  Every person and doctor and specialist on this planet could tell us we did the right thing and made all the right decisions and it still would not matter.  It just wouldn’t.  We are his mama and daddy and of course we regret every move we made at this point because our son’s body is deep in the ground down the street instead of curled up beside me for his nap.

He was suppose to live.  He was suppose to have a long abundant life.  I really do believe this was God’s plan and if one more person tells me Everett dying was part of “His plan” then I will likely just go crazy because no, not my God…this was not His plan.  Everett dying was because we live in a messed up, fallen world.  I refuse to believe in a God who planned for my 3-year-old to die or just to use him shortly and then move on.  I believe in a God who is incredibly saddened by the loss of our Fu Shuai, who grieves deeply with us and who is loving him fiercely while we cannot physically be with him.  I believe in a God who sits waiting patiently for us to be somewhat okay again, who knows intimately our hearts and knows we just need some time right now.  I believe in a God who is not one bit offended by us not really liking Him right now.  I believe in a God who is always good whether I feel it currently or not.  I believe in a God who allows the Holy Spirit to whisper into our inner most parts a song of hope so our hearts, no matter the mauled state they are in, will some how, some way always know hope is real and big and strong.

Was Everett scared?  I don’t know, but I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t have been at some point.  These are just the hard moments when you have to push through…you have to process and think about…you have to work to find the peace within a struggle or let it be as is for the moment.  I wish I could wrap this post up nicely and proclaim the peace I have from Jesus about Everett or his death or even just the new struggle with if Everett felt scared or not, but I can’t.  Another part of grief is the untidiness of it all and choosing to just keep going…keep getting up each day and processing as you go…trusting Jesus is ever so slowly moving you toward healing, restoration and redemption even when you don’t feel it one bit and you might not even like Him very much right now.

10 Things

So how do you guys feel about numbered random posts for the rest of my blogging life?!?!?!  Because that’s all I’ve got lately.  Meh.

1. I was looking back at some of our Disney pictures and 3 caught my eyes.  At this point I would only go back to Disney for the rainbow magic bands, all the Dole Whips and my giant big kids waiting in lines.

2.  Everett’s best friend Tai is home.  We we’re actually in Disney World when they arrived back in Nashville, but last week I went to see him solo and it was pretty terrible/great.  Of course I just sobbed upon seeing him again because, well, why wouldn’t I sob.  He is a physical living connection to Everett.  I just watched him move about being a busy little boy and reminding me so much of our Everett.  I wanted to hold him, but refrained because that would totally weird him out.  At one point he wanted me to help him get down out of a chair and I just wanted to never let go.  The longing to feel Everett in my actual physical arms makes me physically sick some days.  It is a longing & need like I’ve never experienced and everyday I wonder if one day it will subside or if it will always persist.

3. Hudson’s 9th birthday was last Friday.  Gah, I just like this kid!  He was so excited and we celebrated almost the whole weekend long.  He requested all his Aunt Becky’s Chinese recipes for dinner…pork dumplings, spicy garlic broccoli, fried rice and teriyaki chicken.  There we’re also strawberry cupcakes with yellow icing and candy legos on top.  He is such a special kid and what a year he has had so far.  He has handled himself with such love and compassion and bravery and we could not be prouder.

4.  When Josh Kelley gets a hold of your birthday board.

5.  Today I posted some zipper pouches in my shop.  I’m going to try and keep my shop more stocked, but I also have make lofty plans right now and then they fizzle…so we shall see.  You can snag a pouch HERE.

6.  Vegas.  This world is full of such deep pain, broken hearts and unexplainable loss. And it’s also brimming with lovely beauty. I just keep thinking about how much harder I can love and how much harder I can fight for others…right where I am. Here’s to linking arms again & again and knowing deeply we belong to each other.

7.  A random candy bowl is now a staple to all celebrations or game nights at our house.  It’s just too easy and so loved that I can’t pass it up.  I often rummage through our cabinets and throw in all the random candies and then it’s gone…like magic.

8.  I walked in the house the other day and found this.  We find Nerf darts EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME.  I always wanted to be a mom of all boys…I’ll settle for mom to 4 boys!  I just love/annoys the fire out of me their crazy ways!

9.  I’ve been baking more lately.  I realized one day recently as I sat in a PTO meeting that I just needed to do something.  It was the weirdest of epiphany places.  Anything would work though, but it had to be for someone else…it needed to be outward and not inward.  So treats and goodies are my speed right now.  Trying to take back who I am one batch of cookies at a time.

And 10.  I still struggle with the finality of Everett’s death.  Some days I still count out 8 plates or forks at dinner time or look at photos and think “This cannot be real.”  So many things during one single day can completely catch me off guard.  I still tell myself some days, “This is not our reality.  Everett cannot be dead.”  We just want our boy back so much…to hear his little laugh and his little voice call me mama and rub his head full of black hair and feel the weight of his little body in my arms.  It all feels so incredibly backwards and like the cruelest of jokes.  The questions and doubt just continue to pour in.

Thank you guys again and again for still sticking around through the mess of our life…for dropping in to read.  And thank you for all the love, support and kindness.  You encourage us!!!

Socktober {Round 2}

One of the emails and messages I get frequently, which is quite hysterical and I totally love, is about the WeHelpTwo socks.  So many of you have wanted to know how and when you could get more.  It’s so great and I love that you loved your socks from our first round of Socktober.  Everyone in the Kelley family are huge fans and still wear their fun, funky socks.  Josh Kelley probably the most out of anyone.

So when Bethany at WeHelpTwo sent me an email telling me about a really crazy sweet way they wanted to support our family I just thought it was the kindest.  And then when a whole slew of new patterned socks showed up in our mailbox, well, we just felt honored and loved to be in for another round of sock selling.

WeHelpTwo set up a whole webpage for OUR FAMILY along with crazy easy online purchasing.  Not only will the socks go to support our family in a really special way, but WeHelpTwo also donates a pair of warm thermal socks for us to give to our local Room In The Inn.  And not only do these socks support our family and Room In The Inn, but Bethany shared with us that our fundraiser will also support Morning Star Foundation too!  For every dollar raised, up to $1600.00, there will be a matching grant that will go directly to Morning Start Foundation.  I just could not love this more because Morning Star is so special and Meredith, who runs the baby home in China, is so dear to me.

Let’s do a quick recap…when you purchase some fun socks your money will help support our family and Room In The Inn and Morning Star.  That’s a lot of bang for your buck x 3!

We’ve got approximately 27 days to sell the crap out of some socks.  So head over HERE and sock purchase away.  Let’s think Christmas and birthdays and just because and treat-yo-self and a plethora of other celebratory things to purchase socks for.  🙂  And as always, please feel free to share with everyone you know.  The more, the merrier…always.

Oh, and just a little sock wisdom:  Harper is 10 and can wear the girls and women’s socks.  She loves both.  And we are of course massive fans of the heart patterns and the rainbow Fiesta argyle pair.  Couldn’t be more fitting for our Everett boy!

Bottle Of Tears

Today is the last day to vote in Noonday’s Go Getter’s Getaway contest for a chance to win a trip to Guatemala.  I am so thankful for all of you who have voted and shared and encouraged me in this.  Thank you!!!

Here’s the deal…if I get to go, fantastic…if I don’t, then I don’t.  Goodness knows this doesn’t make or break me, but I realized I wanted my last day of voting to be a little different than the other days.  There are so many ladies who totally deserve to go, but I figured out through this process that Lindsey, creator of Bottle of Tears, is a fellow Tennessean.  Shortly after Everett died we received one of her amazing Bottle of Tears packages which was crazy sweet.  I’ve read through Lindsey’s entries and exchanged messages with her and gosh, I just totally want this fellow mama to go.  Also her daughter is from Guatemala and since we just got to enjoy China with Shuai and soak up his culture I can relate to Lindsey wanting to go back to her daughter’s birth country.

I’ve only been in contact with Lindsey shortly, but already we’ve exchanged numbers and she feels like an old friend.  So today let’s rally around this mama who loves big and feels deeply for the world.  She’s totally got my vote and I’d so love if you voted for her today too.  It’s crazy easy…just CLICK HERE and vote!

While we are practically drowning in grief God continues to show me bright spots.  Lindsey is definitely one of them!  Make sure to check out her story…let’s always sing a song of hope.

7 Things

1. We just got home from Disney World and whoa!!!!  I have 1,000 thoughts on the trip and why it wasn’t our wisest choice to go two months after our 3-year-old died.  Lesson learned and now we know much better.  I’m still working through all those thoughts…I’ll be back with more to share.

2. Only a few days left to get your “but if not” apparel.  These tees go to support our family.  Sage Harvest has been so generous and kind to us during this time.  I got my tank and LOVE it!!!!  CLICK HERE to grab some fun apparel for yourself.

3. I’ve been eating healthy again and well, why?!?!?!?!?  Why do I do this?!?!?  But I’m feeling better and more focussed.  My head game is always way better when I am consistent with exercise and food.  Major props to Ashley, Ashley & Alissa for keeping me accountable and doing stupid things with me.

4. I shared another photo today in the Go Getter’s Getaway!  Only 2 days left…can you sense my nervousness?!??!  Keep those votes coming…we’re almost done.  There are now 5 photos which equals 5 votes per day.  All the direct links are below making it super easy to vote!!!  Thank you guys sooooooooo much!!!

CLICK HERE for Entry #1

CLICK HERE for Entry #2

CLICK HERE for Entry #3

CLICK HERE for Entry #4

CLICK HERE for Entry #5


5. I cleaned out another bowl of Everett’s medicines the other day.  I checked with Josh Kelley before I did so.  That’s what you do when you’re in this kind of mess.  It’s important to run things by your people to make sure they are ready too.  He was, so we disposed of more of his old meds.  I replaced them with some Everett love.

6. I ran upon this old photo of Solomon and Josh the other day.  Gah!!!!!!  Sol is such a gymnast.  I told him the next thing I’m signing him up for will be gymnastics.  He flips and cartwheels and walks around on his hands like there’s no tomorrow.  His upper body strength is insane.  I remember taking this photo and thinking, “He’d make a great gymnast.”

7. And we have something super fun coming up.  We have just been so blessed by so many of you crazy nice supportive people and oddly enough, one of the emails I get most is asking for more socks!!!  Hahahahaha.  Well, ask and you shall receive.  Stay tuned!

Josh is going into the hand model business. 🙂

Okay.  That’s it!  Don’t forget to head over and vote.  If I could I’d huge each of your necks and feed you cookies to show my thanks!