It’s been awhile since the family’s taken a hike together. No. 1 tried out his new hiking boots and camelback hydration pack (he looks just like Baba), No. 2 was just as bubbly as ever, but a little less chatty, and No. 3 walked most of the way, often heard saying “c’mon guys!” May you close out 2008 walking in the joys of the Lord with your favorite people! Judah’s sweet and is always looking out for me. ”Okay, Mama?” My crew of men. The two wild ones being sweet. Stone’s first hike. Judah being “fast.” And this picture makes me want to marry him all over again.
Our friends have become parents for the fourth time. This time, to a baby girl named Mya, who they adopted through the most sovereign of ways. I got to hold baby Mya last Thursday night, and I.was.in.love. Postpartum hormones + love for our sweet friends + beautiful family photos = one teary, emotional Ruth. This is the diaper bag I made for Mya’s mom–not so much because she needed one, but because I wanted to mark the significance of this addition to their family with something unique and formed with love–just like Mya.
Law Law and Law Yeh, the boys’ Chinese grandparents, were here this past weekend for a brief, but special visit. My parents live a few states away, and for various reasons, we had not seen one another for an entire year. They left today for Colorado, where they will continue their visit with my brother’s family. We are so thankful they were able to meet both of their new grandsons, and to celebrate each of their first Christmases with them. Each of the boys thoroughly enjoyed their time with Law Law and Law Yeh. I found myself encouraged and touched by my parents’ generosity, love, and new-and-improved graciousness in caring for me as a daughter while affirming and respecting my roles as wife and mother. Family gatherings can oft be chaotic during the holidays, and yet, ours found joy, rest, laughter, and a bit of the magic one hopes to […]
Our friends, Peter and Katy, gifted us with a most special gift for our new baby. We were given a rare copy of a work written by our son’s namesake, David Livingstone. This book has an inscription on the front cover noting it as a gift given in the year 1903, over a hundred years before the birth of our Livingtone. I anticipate all five of my men, huddled together over a book like they do each night, eagerly soaking up the missionary journeys of this adventurous man of history. What will become of my little men? Will they know the sacrifice and joy of a life lived in obedience? I pray, even now, that it might be so.
I love miniature houses. I don’t have room for a Christmas village. That’s why I love to make gingerbread houses. Do you remember these from last year? It would have turned into the street I live on had it not been for my waning energy and patience. This year, with even less energy and time, I purchased a kit. The kids enjoyed themselves immensely, and Mama got to remind herself that it doesn’t have to look perfect. Drips are charming. Mistakes are memorable. Ginger-people don’t care about color balance. Candy is a treat. They can brush their teeth.
Baby Livingstone will be two weeks old tomorrow. I’ve been on antibiotics for mastitis for almost 48 hours, and I am feeling significantly improved. The hemorrhaging at the hospital made the recovery at home more challenging then I had expected, but as the fatigue and aching turned into fever and pain, I acquiesced to getting medical attention. I had my first completely fever-free day yesterday in over a week. It was unbelievably wonderful to get in bed without chills, and to not wake up for a feeding covered in sweat. I finally feel like I’m on the road to recovery. I was thinking in bed the other night (while Ibuprofen gave no relief to my chills) about my limited understanding of suffering. I laid there exhausted, shivering, dreading the next feeding, unable to sleep, and feeling entitled to being bitter and grumpy. And yet, even in the midst of a […]