~Getting our Family Christmas Picture…barely~

I felt rather stressed this year with Christmas pictures. As we got close to Christmas and we started getting cards in the mail from friends and family, notes were written in them saying how much they were looking forward to our family Christmas picture, and how it was always one of the anticipated cards…The pressure to produce an amazing family portrait AND get it printed on beautiful card stock AND address hundreds of envelopes (updating old address’s each year) AND do it all in a timely manner before Christmas is rather overwhelming. I’ve come up with a pretty good routine over the years, but this year with a new baby, I totally failed. Pictures at the last minuet, printed at Costco, and barely making it before Christmas. That’s what happened. I probably even forgot some people this year. I’m sorry.

With baby’s birth mid November, that left little time to get my act together and get pictures taken. I had waited to be able to include her in them, otherwise I would have done it back in summer or fall. The days that were sunny were the days Eric was at work and weekends were rainy. I had hoped to have someone else take them too, but that didn’t work out at the last minuet. So, one afternoon when I was NOT thinking about pictures, Eric called to say he could come home early and we could try to take our family Christmas picture. So here they are. Taken in our backyard. Laura took the ones of Eric and I. Julia was grumpy as usual in front of the camera and climbing trees in her skirt when she wasn’t. Michael is the baby whisperer around here, and is so comfortable with Caroline. It’s precious. (They all are over who’s the best with her. 😉 )  I am hoping to be better organized next year and have pictures done by fall!


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She’s finally here… My Birth Story

Caroline Grace

Caroline Grace

I sit here at my computer almost speechless. Where do I begin? Snuggled up on my chest sleeping is the most beautiful, sweet, precious baby girl I could have imagined. She’s perfect. Happy. Content. Delicious.

But the journey to this moment has been long and painful. From the first days and weeks when I realized that I was pregnant and knowing the sickness that lay ahead, to these last  weeks and days when my body was so exhausted, depleted and crippled that I didn’t know how I could go another day. It is finally finished. One would think that after 7 babies, my body would have this whole pregnancy thing down pat. But it doesn’t. I’ve wondered if the added stresses this time around were factors in this being my most difficult, sickly, challenging pregnancy ever. Selling Eric’s practice. Our marriage tested, moving 2000 miles across the US. A new life. Leaving my home and all my furniture behind in Oregon as we wait for our house to sell. This is just the start of the list that goes on and on. Plans that were made that turned out not to be anywhere close to what we were thinking.

And in all this I have struggled. Wondering and questioning… why a baby this year? Why God? Why when I didn’t have any extra to give to a life growing inside of me. Why when I am needed in so many different directions by so many people in my life. Why, when I didn’t have time to be sick or was unable to perform some of the simplest tasks.

And now I look down and breath in the smell of new baby. Her skin, her breath, her hair. I hear her little coos and whimpers as she sleeps on me. I watch her little mouth twitch and smile and frown. And I know that I’m her favorite person in the whole wide world. And my heart melts. And I fall in love…

This last week has felt like minutes and yet at the same time like an eternity. Tuesday was my regular visit with my midwife. She graciously accepted me during my 6th month of pregnancy when I showed up here in Texas. We were instant friends and my prenatal visits were more like girlfriend time chatting and visiting. We knew that I was anemic from labs done around 6 months and were checking my blood counts to monitor it. About a month before my due date, my levels dropped again. At this point, I changed my diet. Green Smoothie for breakfast, hamburger for lunch and steak for dinner…every day. I took iron supplements along with other supplements to boost my platelets and iron. The next test showed my numbers had come up drastically and we were back in the “safe” zone again for another home birth.

Then Tuesday came. My prenatal appointment just 2 days shy of 40 weeks. My midwife thought it was a good idea to test my blood one more time, “just to make sure”. I agreed, as we both seemed to be sure we would only see an improvement from the last lab results. I left my appointment wondering if I would be back the following week, overdue.

She texted me the next evening. “Is Eric there?” I texted back he wasn’t and wouldn’t be home until around 10pm. She asked that we call her when he got home. I knew at that moment that something was wrong. I knew the labs were bad. Again. What I didn’t know or even expect were how bad they were. My platelets had dropped from 137 to 93. As we talked with her and went over all the options to avoid an induction at the  hospital, it became obvious that there were no options if we wanted to ensure that this would be a safe delivery. There was a high risk of hemorrhaging. That my blood would not clot and I would need a blood transfusion after the delivery. I had gone from a low risk, have my baby at home with my midwife and husband to a high risk need to be induced immediately at the hospital just overnight. I was devastated. I had swore after I was induced with Michael (our third) that I would never be induced again and if I ever did I would get an epidural. I have loved my last three births at home and had not even thought about going to the hospital this time.

After Eric and I hung up with my midwife, we talked about what to do. I cried. He held me and told me how having me alive was far more important than my desire to birth at home. We live 15-30 min from the nearest hospital that could give a blood transfusion depending on traffic. At with me at 40 weeks, the likelihood of me going into labor on my own was high. My last few babies have come fast and there wouldn’t be time to transport me to a hospital before the baby was born. If there was no hemorrhaging all would be well, but if there was, every minuet would be a matter of life and death for me. We prayed. I cried some more. We decided to trust that if all would go well, that I would naturally go into labor during the night, and if not, we would head to the hospital early the next morning.

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Last picture taken of me pregnant, on the way to the hospital.

 

Which is exactly what we did. I hardly slept at all that night. Every little contraction (I only had a few) I would be wide awake. So I grabbed my colorful Vera Bradly bag, and just threw things in there. I haven’t packed a hospital bag in almost 10 years. What did I need? I couldn’t even remember. Clothes for baby. Camera. Toothbrush. Flip Flops. Surely I was forgetting things. We met up with my midwife who transferred my care over to the OB clinic that would do my hospital delivery. From there we were sent over to the hospital to be admitted. They drew my blood to get a match and put a stint in for the transfusion if it was needed. I think I had more hospital/ID bracelets on my arm than I have ever had in my whole life. Around noon they broke my water. We all had thought that labor would start immediately. But it didn’t. We walked the halls for hours. We ate Chick-Fil-A for lunch. We walked some more. Occasionally someone would come in and check my progress. Nothing. So around 6pm they started the pitocin. A low dose. Nothing. Over the next four hours, they increased the dose hourly. I had swore with my last induction that I would get an epidural if I ever did it again. But, with the high risk of internal bleeding, no epidural for me. Around 10pm my contractions finally started picking up. Another back labor. For the next three hours, I labored through horrible back pain and with the help of Eric and my midwife (who stuck by my side through the whole ordeal). I somehow survived. And at 12:45am on Friday morning, I gave birth to our 8th child.

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All my hospital bands

 

Caroline Grace. She weighed 8 lb and 15 oz and was 20 inches long. My biggest baby. My hardest pregnancy. My most complicated labor and delivery. But it was all over at that moment. I didn’t have any complications with bleeding. In fact, my blood loss was on the low end of normal. Maybe my body knew it couldn’t lose that blood. Or maybe the hundreds of people who were praying for me had their prayers answered and my life was not lost to the birth of a child. I don’t have any answers. We still don’t know why my platelets dropped so low. We had Caroline’s blood work done while we were in the hospital, and she was as healthy as could be.

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Hours old. First pictures taken after we were moved to recovery.

 

So I’m home now. We are learning a new normal. It’s been four and a half years since I’ve had a new baby. Some things feel natural and other things feel so foreign. I can’t get enough of her tiny little body. Her hands. Her feet. Her nose and ears. I’m memorized. I’m falling in love with the little girl who has spent the last nine months growing inside of me. I already can’t imagine my life without her here. She’s the perfect little one to join our family. I’m beyond thankful that she is laying on my chest sleeping peacefully and I’m no longer pregnant. I’m thankful that season of my life is over. I’m thankful for modern medicine and a midwife that was attentive to my well being and safety. That she was able to see the potential danger that I had ahead of me and was willing to transfer my care to someone who was more highly trained to deal with high risk deliveries. I’m thankful for the hospital that had everything I needed if things had gone wrong. I’m thankful for my husband who supported me though this entire journey. All the way to the end, when I ended up in a hospital being induced. I’m thankful for a God that is so much bigger than I could ever imagine. That even when I feel like there is no hope, or that my life is in complete despair, He has a blessing awaiting me at the end of a very long hard journey.

~cheryl

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Pictures of my pregnancy

Since little one is due any day now, I realized I should post the few pictures I have of the last few months of my pregnancy. Still dealing with a lot of complications with this one,  I haven’t really put the effort into pictures that I have in past pregnancies. This pregnancy has been exhausting and overwhelming on so many different levels. I am ready to share her with Daddy and brothers and sisters!  Photography credits go to my 5 older children. They always love the switch of getting to be BEHIND the camera instead of the object of the picture. Some were impromptu and others more planned.

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Our Remodel (the finished pictures)

It’s taken me way too long to post these pictures.  Many of you already know the story of our home. We bought it 3 1/2 years ago with the intentions of living there forever. The remodel we were going to start after owning it around five years was put into fast forward when my kitchen flooded 18 months after we bought the home. With my kitchen stripped down to just walls and floor, we decided we might as well dive into the remodel! That was a day I’ll never forget. Making the decision to move forward was huge. Every room, every wall, every floor covering and window and door of 4300 sq ft (4 bedrooms 6 bathrooms) needed to be redone. And so it began. We had never owned a home before. Never remodeled anything before. Didn’t really have any clue what we were really getting ourselves into. But we never really looked back. And the finished product…. It was amazing! (I’ll post the before and after pics next)

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My front porch with a touch of the south...white rocking chairs

My front porch with a touch of the south…white rocking chairs

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Looking up the mountain and the backside of the property.

Looking up the mountain and the backside of the property.

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~Summer fun~

Editing pictures off my camera. These were some of my favorites

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~picking Cherries~

We picked cherries from our favorite orchard for the last time here. We love this place because other than the Bing trees, all the others are short enough there is no need for ladders. The children can walk through the orchard, just reaching up into the trees picking bucket fulls.

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Needing Grace

Many of you have asked how this pregnancy is going. Those of you have known me over the years have seen me struggle with extreme sickness with each baby. Some have encouraged me and helped me survive. Others have told me how they would never have another child if they had to experience such degrees of sickness that I go through and how ridiculous I am to have more pregnancies.

I married a man who dreamed of having a large family. I had not. But choosing to become his wife, his mother to his children, his friend and partner through the best and worst of times, meant embracing this dream. I was 18 when we found out I was pregnant with Laura. Only married a month, and I went from a very active, healthy, passionate women to a lifeless, sick, ball, curled up in my bed trying to survive and not really sure what just overtook my body.

Every baby has taken me to this place. This place where I am so dependent on others to make it though each day. Eric has been my number one supporter and cheerleader every time. When I’m sure I can’t make it through another day, he assures me I’m doing great and that I’m beautiful and that it’s all worth it for this new life. My children are next on my support group list. They have always taken on the extra work as I crawl away to my bedroom and spend months there. They have learned to work really well together when Mom’s not there to demand that they do. They have learned to be responsible in ways that I haven’t taught them. They have served me and cared for me in the most beautiful ways, from the oldest to the youngest.

Rewind to four years ago. Julia was born in the summer of 2010. She was my baby. I wanted her to be. And she embraced the role. I got rid of most of the baby stuff. I told Eric I was done and that there would be no more babies. But his heart ached for another child. This brought us to the most difficult next 4 years of our marriage. This issue became the rawest topic of conversation. I had my reasons why I couldn’t and wouldn’t have anymore children and he had his reasons and convictions why he could not and would not agree with me. Added to this we decided to do the most ridiculously challenging remodel on our home that we possibly could think of, which exhausted both of us and added many layers of stress and tension.

Then came the selling of Eric’s practice and realizing we would be moving half way across the states and starting a new life. We worked with a new passion on finishing up the very end of the remodel, preparing our home to be sold. Searching for a new practice. Making decisions about location and business plans.

And then there was February. The month when our marriage took a miserable fall. The words that were said, the trusts that were broken. The pain and heart wrenching actions that fell on top of each other…

And somehow, God chose that month, that time of pain and hurt and betrayal to bring another child into this family.

And I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on.

Not this time. Not this year. I already have more than seems humanly possible to conquer in the months to come.

I wanted to run. Run away from everything. God, my marriage, my whole life. As I wretchedly threw up over and over. As the pounds started slipping away again. As I felt the horrible stomach pains of starving and convulsions of having nothing left to throw up. I wanted to quit.

I didn’t ask God for grace. I didn’t rejoice in times of suffering. I didn’t think of ALL the things I have to be thankful for. Instead I blamed God for not being in control of this whole situation. I blamed my husband for not seeing my needs and taking care of me. (meaning no more pregnancies)  I blamed myself for ending up in this situation.  I was angry, hurt, and so very sick.

But God is so very faithful. As I wrestled and agonized and cried through those days, He slowly, one by one, sent women into my life who spoke His truths to me. Who shared His promises. Who held me accountable for my actions and attitude and heart. Who loved me even in my most ugly state. They encouraged me and prayed for me. They checked in on me through texts, emails, and phone calls.

And my heart slowly heard the truths it already knew but I refused to acknowledge. As we slowly and quietly told close friends and family about this new life, each was so excited. Our children were beyond thrilled, immediately hoping for twins or triplets. From the first night of me being sick, Eric was there. Ever faithful in serving me and trying to comfort me. I watched God humble him in ways I never had imagined. I saw his heart soften towards me in a new light. Together we slowly picked up all the broken pieces and started working on putting them back together again. It hasn’t been easy or quick. It hasn’t been without pain or tears. We both need grace. We need to give each other grace. We both have been incredibly selfish and full of sin. And sometimes God makes us walk though the darkest valleys to bring us where he wants us because we are to stubborn to learn any other way.

I’m all most halfway though this pregnancy now. And it’s been one of the worst yet. Maybe because of all the added stress. Maybe because I’m just getting old. Maybe because that’s just how my body makes babies. I’ll never know.

I named this blog “Dazzling in Grace” when I started it a year ago. Today I’m not feeling so dazzled, I’m just desperatly in need of grace to make it though this pregnancy and this season of our lives.

~Cheryl

16 weeks

18 weeks

Julia wanted a picture with her heart on her tummy too!

Julia wanted a picture with a heart on her tummy too!

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So just in case you missed the theme of the past 2 posts, there were 8 balls and 8 ice cream cones, but only 7 children. Here’s the reason why…

And then there were 8...

And then there were 8…

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ice cream for all… ;)

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catching up…

Catching up on editing photos. A few favorites. Julia and I did a fun mini photo shoot a few months ago. She is quite a silly girl in front of the camera.

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Eric was out of town a awhile back, and the children and I saw a flyer at the store for a show at the theater for that evening. “Little Women” by Jane Austin. I thought it would be fun to take the girls, but the boys assured me we needed escorts for a night on the town. Soon, they were digging through closest’s to dress their finest.  They even picked out an evening gown for me. Time out here… We live in a small rural community. No Broadway here. No reason to dress up for really anything, other than Prom at the local high school. But I do love dressing up and my darling children have somehow managed to take this trait to heart and delight me with it! So, knowing that we would be WAY over dressed, and not caring a lick, we dressed up in suits and high heels and pearls and gowns and went to see the show. It was really a lovely evening. Everybody stopped us and talked to the children. They were pretty much the youngest their by 50-60 years! 😉  And brought many smiles and compliments from the crowd.  The show was super fun and even the boys said they liked it. (I’m sure the milk and cookies at intermission helped seal the deal for them). It was nearly dark when we showed up, but we still took a few pics.

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And these last pictures are from our last outing on Grandma’s farm. I have been needing to take some patriotic pictures for one of the exam rooms at the office.  It was freezing cold out, but these two littles did a great job helping me get the pictures I needed! (And thanks Uncle Roger for your Harley…it was perfect!!)

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Southern Living Here I come!!

So we are moving to Texas…We’ve told our children, our family now knows, it’s FB official, and the countdown has begun…. But wait, nobody even knew we were considering this new adventure so what happened? Here is the story of our last two years and God’s faithfulness through it all.

Let’s rewind 16 years ago. Eric and I were courting. I am a girl who grew up in the south. I love many things about the south.  Hot humid summers, sweet tea, front porches, and the hospitality that the south is well know for. I swoon over my Southern Living magazine each month when it comes in the mail, tearing out the pages and dreaming of life in the south. BUT, this southern girl met a boy from Oregon. Who was very clear that he DID NOT plan on staying in the south and that he DID LOVE the Northwest, especially Oregon. So, for our courtship to move forward, I had to agree to follow him back to Oregon and leave the south far behind me. And I did with no regrets. We hardly stayed in Oregon though. It was always like a home base that we would come back to. We moved to Africa and The Caribbean. We moved to Southern California. And all these places had elements of the south that I would love. And always we came back to Oregon. Which fast forwards us to 4 1/2 years ago.

In 2009, Eric graduated from dental school in So Cal, and even though we actually had no intentions of moving back to Oregon this time, we still did. We had decided that Coeur d’Alene , Idaho was our ideal place to work and raise our family. But God had other plans. He closed, no more like slammed, every door in Idaho. Then, with only one option left for a practice for Eric to buy, we moved back to Oregon. Not knowing why or what lay ahead for us in this next season of our lives. 

We quickly embraced this new lifestyle. New town, new friends, new church, new job. Oh, did I say job…let’s just say JOB… after 10 years of school!! We lived an hour from most of Eric’s family, so trips to visit were easy. Eric had an incredibly stressful transition to make. After being a dental student for the past 4 years, he was thrown (by his choice 😉 ) into a very challenging, extremely stressful position as solo owner and dentist in a practice that was in desperate need of an extreme business makeover. But for Eric, this was just a challenge to grab by the horns and overcome. I remember thinking during those first 6 months as a dentist’s wife that I would rather be a students wife for the rest of my life if this was the level of stress we would live with for the rest of his career. But the dust slowly settled and things became more “normal” as the months and years rolled by. And Eric got bored. So he did some research and picked one of the most challenging Implant Classes he could take. And then decided to get a Fellowship in Implants. Then he decided he wanted to learn how to do Orthodontics.

This brings us to fall of 2012. Eric had heard from many of his patients the oil boom up in North Dakota. Many of them were going up there to work. So, without telling anyone, he got his ND dental license and went up there to find a practice to buy. But nothing really seemed like it was a good fit or where God was sending us. So we laid that idea on the back shelf and kept on with life here. No one having a clue.

Then, last January, Eric started thinking again.  God was still prompting us.  This time Eric said, “Cheryl, what do you think about Texas?” Texas!!! Like deep in the heart of the south…sweet tea and hush puppies…Texas??? And their was never any looking back. Eric found a homeschool conference in April for the children and I to go to, and then asked me to spend the next few weeks driving around the state gathering information and seeing if God was opening doors for us to move there. This was a huge task. I had all 7 children with me and could not let them or anyone else in on this giant game plan.

Enter “The House”. I’m referring to the 4300 sq ft semi-mansion we live in on 5 acres. The house we didn’t really want to buy because it was in need of a total remodel. It was a foreclosure and ghastly in need of major TLC. But, true to Eric’s self, he needed an adventure, and 6 weeks from the day he casually mentioned to me he was thinking about buying a house, we owned it. And now, 3 1/2 years later, it has had a total makeover. From a gourmet kitchen to custom baths and stunning hardwood and travertine flooring, it could be the cover home on a magazine. It’s my home. I have slaved over this remodel. Every square inch has a story. There’s the kitchen island we call “The Continent” because it’s so large. But, all 7 of my children can sit around it. Bringing that slab of granite into the kitchen was one of the most stressful moments of the whole remodel. There’s the stairwell that my dear husband has put hundreds of hours into rebuilding. Making it a stunning piece of furniture. The walls we took out and the faux painting I did to make every room look like it was done with Venetian Plaster. A house that was built in 1990 with pink and blue carpet and wallpaper, is now a Tuscan dream home. My dream home.

So when Eric started really talking about leaving, I kinda freaked out. I thought we were going to stay here forever. This was my dream home. So, I said to Eric, “If God really wants us to move, He is going to need to send someone knocking on my door to buy this house.” Eric looked at me and said, “Be careful what you ask for!” That was last summer.

August 29, 2013. The day we received a phone call asking if we were interested in selling Eric’s practice. It was not listed with any broker. We had not advertised it was for sale. It was still completley confidential that we were even considering moving. We didn’t talk about it to friends or family. Our children had no clue. Eric came home that day and said, “Cheryl, you asked God to bring a buyer to our house and He has done much greater. He has brought a buyer to my practice!” We were kinda speechless. Selling our home would be so much easier than selling the practice. So, we said yes to the potential buyer and the roller coaster ride began. The next 5 months were a whirlwind as we compromised and negotiated over purchase agreements. And on January 20, 2014 the practice was sold.

God is faithful.

We have seen His hand in our lives here. We now know why he brought us back to Oregon. Eric was able to be by his Grandpas side when he passed away 3 years ago. We have walked the road with his brother through his separation and divorce. We were here the day his Dad had his accident and within hours Eric was able to be with his family as they braced for the news from the surgeons and what lay ahead. We have been able to journey with his parents as they have slowly and painstakingly had to learn a new life. Our children have been able to spend time with Eric’s family that has cultivated rich beautiful relationships that will be treasured as we move away. These are the enormous moments we know as we look back on our time here. And then there is all the little things, the moments in others lives, that would take millions of words to try and express. We have been blessed to live here and are very thankful for the years and memories that we have been given.

So now we start closing this season of our lives. Texas looks bright and promising. Eric has enormous visions of his career there. He’s excited and ready to accomplish great things. We are all happy to move to a place that has lots more sun. We daydream of sailing on the Gulf and wake boarding on the lake and lazy days on the river. New friends and neighbors. 2000 miles closer to Grandma Beth and Grandpa Luke. Which means more visits from them!! Sweet tea and southern living…Here I come!

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~Cheryl

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Operation Shoebox 2013

It’s that time of year…Operation Christmas Child!! Super exciting time in our home with our children. This is a humongous operation led by Franklin Graham, Billy Graham’s son. Here is an expert from their website explaining who they are and what they do…
” Since 1993, more than 100 million boys and girls in over 130 countries have experienced God’s love through the power of simple shoebox gifts from Operation Christmas Child. Samaritan’s Purse works with local churches and ministry partners to deliver the gifts and share the life-changing Good News of Jesus Christ.” (From Samaritans Purse website)
Over the last decade we have always filled a few boxes and dropped them off at our church. Then last year, I challenged the children to pool together their resources and fill 20 boxes. They were successful and immediately wanted a new challenge…so I said “Let’s do 100 boxes next year!” They were thrilled and over the last year worked hard to be prepared to pull off this challenge. There 2 biggest supporters were both sets of grandparents. Because of their commitment to the children to come alongside of them and help with the financial side of this project, they were successful. 100 boxes filled to the brim with toys and gifts and hygiene items to be given to children who have never received a gift before.  It’s hard to do justice in explaining how well the children worked and gave of themselves to provide each of these shoeboxes as a gift. We visited local businesses that we frequent and asked them to come alongside the children in sponsoring a box or donating gifts to be packed inside the boxes. We were amazed at the generosity that was shown. And then came the packing day! We organized everything by gender and category and began packing. It was quite an assembly line! As we packed, the children happily chatted about what next years goal would be. They decided to double it every year and by the 5th year, they all want to be on a plane to personally hand out the shoeboxes to the children. They are thinking Papua New Guinea. (for undisclosed reasons) 😉

I am humbled. To see our children so selflessy give so other children may receive. To see them so encouraged by the work they have done that they want to do more and give more. To hear their desires to be the one to hand a child a gift and watch their delight in receiving it. God is good. He is abundant. He is full of blessings.

Last year- 20 shoeboxes!
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This year- 100 shoeboxes!!!
100 shoeboxes!!!

This year packing…
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littlest helper

littlest helper

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Packing boxes
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Organizing and assembling

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Ensenada, Mexico

Our last day we drove down to Ensenda and were tourists for a day.

Ensenada, Mexico

Ensenada, Mexico

Countryside

Countryside

 

Baja California, Pacific Ocean

Baja California, Pacific Ocean

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The Harbor

The Harbor

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Our carriage arriving for a tour and trip to the beach.

Our carriage arriving for a tour and trip to the beach.

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Our friend Jason

Our friend Jason

 

treasures found on the beach

treasures found on the beach

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Making sand angels

Making sand angels

 

Carriage Ride!

Carriage Ride!

 

Christmas trees from the NW, all the way down in Ensenada!!

Christmas trees from the NW, all the way down in Ensenada!!

 

Pigeons everywhere. Reminded me of a quote from an Australian friend "I'm so hungry I could eat the bottom side of a flying pigeon" (slightly modified for content) ;)

Pigeons everywhere. Reminded me of a quote from an Australian friend “I’m so hungry I could eat the bottom side of a flying pigeon” (slightly modified for content) 😉

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GPS wasn't sure where we were!

GPS wasn’t sure where we were!

 

lots of sand dollars on the beach

lots of sand dollars on the beach

 

The contrast of poverty and wealth was inconceivable at times.

The contrast of poverty and wealth was inconceivable at times.

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Back end of a RV  as part of a house. They are very resourceful!

Back end of a RV as part of a house. They are very resourceful!

 

Pacific Ocean

Pacific Ocean

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You can drink Coke in the entire world! We even had it in the deserts of Kenya.

You can drink Coke in the entire world! We even had it in the deserts of Kenya.

 

Asked for guacamole at a taco stand…they took half an avocado and blended it with water…worst guacamole ever!

Asked for guacamole at a taco stand…they took half an avocado and blended it with water…worst guacamole ever!

 

Our new friends that are missionaries here in Tijuana. So much boy power!!! ;)

Our new friends that are missionaries here in Tijuana. So much boy power!!! 😉

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~Mexico~the sad pictures~ part7

Sights from driving around…
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Mexico part 6

and more…

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Mexico Revolution Day at school

Mexico Revolution Day at school

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~Mexico~ part 5

More memories..

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~Mexico~sights from around the boys home~part 4

As Eric worked on each child and all the adults at this boys home, the children and I played and ate with the precious boys. We worked on our spanish and made new friends!

Luis and all the children that live here. The girls are his older daughters.

Luis and all the children that live here. The girls are his older daughters.

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Trying to teach the boys here about "jump shots"

Trying to teach the boys here about “jump shots”

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Luis and Eric

Luis and Eric

The Boys Home

The Boys Home

Brooms for everyone!

Brooms for everyone!

Views out the gates

Views out the gates

Lunch served!

Lunch served!

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The loyal guard dog

The loyal guard dog

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Our friend Jason, who was champion navigator through Tijuana and blessed our family with such a servants hear

Our friend Jason, who was champion navigator through Tijuana and blessed our family with such a servants hear

All the boys adored Maryann and Julia.

All the boys adored Maryann and Julia.

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Another view from the Boys Home

Another view from the Boys Home

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~Mexico Trip~The Dentistry Part~ part 3

 

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doing screenings and fluoride at the boys home

doing screenings and fluoride at the boys home

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"trays" for fluoride ;)

“trays” for fluoride 😉

the office that was generously provided for Eric to treat the children who needed work done

the office that was generously provided for Eric to treat the children who needed work done

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no suction…just a place to spit

no suction…just a place to spit

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