Because of my limited computer time and Abby's fall break at the beach (how do those two things go together?) I was unable to post on Samuel's birthday. He turned ten, yes 10!!! Thursday the 11th.
Ten years ago the dream of my lifetime was realized. I became a mom. I always dreamed of becoming a mother but that dream and the reality of the dream were two completely different things. I remember at a baby shower someone asking me what kind of bottles I was going to use. I looked at my mom and said "there are different kinds?" I was clueless. But boy did I ever jump right into it!
I had him 10 days early because of my blood pressure (and because of that Stephen still calls me hyper-tensive, when I get a little stressed!), so we were caught quite unprepared. No clothes had been washed, no bottles (I finally picked out a kind) had been washed. Nothing had been done, but putting the bed up. We drove from Leachville to Jonesboro and I remember all of that 30 minute drive. I tried to suck it all in, all the feelings of it being just Stephen and me. Just the two of us for the very last time-EVER!
We got to the hospital, Mom and Dad showed up, the Stephen's parents came, Mawmaw called from Texas(and then came to Jonesboro before I left the hospital to see her first great grandchild-what a pair of loving great grandparents my kids have (and Sarah's too!)), and after everyone left we named him-Samuel.
Saturday morning dawned early and rainy. The Oklahoma vs Texas game was on when Samuel was born- he was destined to be a sports nut I guess! As soon as he was delivered the Doc said "we call these miracle babies" and he showed me his cord, it had a big knot in it. Most babies don't survive that, so Samuel is my miracle baby.
I remember seeing his scrunched up face, and his beautiful red lips, and knowing that I had indeed fallen in love again, this time with someone that weighed less than a sack of potatoes. The next morning, Stephen was gone. It was just Samuel and I in the room, we were watching Bellevue Baptist Church on TV with my second favorite preacher-Adrian Rogers- preaching and I looked at Samuel's hands, feet, nose, and ears. I cried tears of joy and awe all over him. It was a beautiful moment. At times when Samuel is feeling a bit stressed about being the oldest brother, a 4th grader or whatever else stresses him out, I remind him of that day. It seems to mellow him out and me too.
Samuel is a loving, good-looking 10year old. He became a Christian at the age of 6 and has always been one to excel. He has played on 2 all-star baseball teams, and has won many trophies and awards for his ability to play baseball. He has also been rewarded at school, both public, and at home for his good grades. He has played Jesus, Joseph and this year is playing the lead in the Christmas play at church. He is a great kid, I pray that God uses him in a great and mighty way.
I love you kiddo!!!
Ten years ago the dream of my lifetime was realized. I became a mom. I always dreamed of becoming a mother but that dream and the reality of the dream were two completely different things. I remember at a baby shower someone asking me what kind of bottles I was going to use. I looked at my mom and said "there are different kinds?" I was clueless. But boy did I ever jump right into it!
I had him 10 days early because of my blood pressure (and because of that Stephen still calls me hyper-tensive, when I get a little stressed!), so we were caught quite unprepared. No clothes had been washed, no bottles (I finally picked out a kind) had been washed. Nothing had been done, but putting the bed up. We drove from Leachville to Jonesboro and I remember all of that 30 minute drive. I tried to suck it all in, all the feelings of it being just Stephen and me. Just the two of us for the very last time-EVER!
We got to the hospital, Mom and Dad showed up, the Stephen's parents came, Mawmaw called from Texas(and then came to Jonesboro before I left the hospital to see her first great grandchild-what a pair of loving great grandparents my kids have (and Sarah's too!)), and after everyone left we named him-Samuel.
Saturday morning dawned early and rainy. The Oklahoma vs Texas game was on when Samuel was born- he was destined to be a sports nut I guess! As soon as he was delivered the Doc said "we call these miracle babies" and he showed me his cord, it had a big knot in it. Most babies don't survive that, so Samuel is my miracle baby.
I remember seeing his scrunched up face, and his beautiful red lips, and knowing that I had indeed fallen in love again, this time with someone that weighed less than a sack of potatoes. The next morning, Stephen was gone. It was just Samuel and I in the room, we were watching Bellevue Baptist Church on TV with my second favorite preacher-Adrian Rogers- preaching and I looked at Samuel's hands, feet, nose, and ears. I cried tears of joy and awe all over him. It was a beautiful moment. At times when Samuel is feeling a bit stressed about being the oldest brother, a 4th grader or whatever else stresses him out, I remind him of that day. It seems to mellow him out and me too.
Samuel is a loving, good-looking 10year old. He became a Christian at the age of 6 and has always been one to excel. He has played on 2 all-star baseball teams, and has won many trophies and awards for his ability to play baseball. He has also been rewarded at school, both public, and at home for his good grades. He has played Jesus, Joseph and this year is playing the lead in the Christmas play at church. He is a great kid, I pray that God uses him in a great and mighty way.
I love you kiddo!!!
Julie
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AJL
AJL
I remember telling him about "little Samuel going down the road to God's house" that day. He was such a precious little miracle and still is a precious big miracle. We are so thankful for him.
mamaw
I am so proud of him. Yes, he is an outstanding little athlete with some promise for the future in that area...but more than that...he is a genuinely good kid and a credit to his family. I am so proud of him and love him more than life.
Granddaddy