I'm a full-time wife and mom of two adorable boys. When I'm not busy trying to keep up with them I enjoy photography, traveling, planning parties and a little bit of reading.

In February of 2008 I was diagnosed with an incurable terminal lung illness, though God promised me a full and complete healing. While we wait for His timing, we're taking it one day at a time, and standing in awe of how God's using all of this for His glory. The tough road we've traveled has given us a new perspective on the fragility of life. Memories are more important to us than ever before. The goal of this blog is to share some of our family life - the ups and downs, the joys and probably some of the pains as well. It's mostly meant as a personal journal of sorts, but you're welcome to share in it. We'd like to take this opportunity to say ...


Monday, January 11, 2010

maybe there IS hope!

I am a notorious plant killer.

There, I've admitted it.  Since starting college (12 years ago), I have probably bought and KILLED wayyyy more than 50 poor - helpless - unsuspecting plants.  When I buy a new one, my closest friends all joke about the poor plant's death sentence. ... It's really quite sad.  What's even sadder is that for the most part I hate fake plants, so I keep on buying live ones.

(I have no idea how I expect to keep a vegetable garden alive a whole season...)

Last year my former college roommates gave me a christmas cactus.  It was bursting out of the pot, and probably had two dozen blooms on it - proof that it was VERY healthy.  I had commented at one of their homes once how beautiful I thought hers was, and they thought since this one was so alive, that maybe it'd survive longer than just a month with my black thumb.

Since it was so root-bound, I repotted it - leaving 2/3 of it in one pot, and putting the smaller section in it's own little bit of soil.  Before too long, all the beautiful blooms fell - and I was convinced that once again I was to blame.  Knowing nothing about plants, I decided to just leave it alone - and water it every now and then.  Spring turned to Summer - Summer to Autumn - and soon it was Christmas.  I was hopeful, that true to its name it would bloom in time for the festivities.  But, Christmas came and went with still no blooms.

Earlier this week I went to water the little guy, and guess what was awaiting me .....


Maybe there is hope for me after all!  It's January - the month of new beginnings.  How appropriate.

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