the angels danced...

the day you were born...

11-16-08- best day ever.

"giving birth is a beginning...of something incredible. something new. something unpredictable. something true. something worth loving. something worth missing. something that will change your life... forever."

wish list.

"We all get at least one good wish a year. Over the candles on our birthday. Some of us throw in more. On eyelashes, fountains, lucky stars, and every now and then, one of those wishes comes true. So what then? Is it as good as we hoped? Do we bask in the warm glow of our happiness? or, do we just notice we've got a long list of other wishes waiting to be wished?"

I am a big "wisher!" For instance, I wish everyday at 11:11 a.m. and p.m., why?!? because that's simply how I am. Mostly I consider it hope more than wishing, keeping hope that there is that possibility of (insert wish here) coming true. so...my birthday is coming up here soon and I have a bit of a wish list, not just because of my birthday but because, well- don't we all have wishes?!?! Some of them might be a bit unrealistic, but that's what wishes are sometimes, right?!? so here goes, here's my list...-A Mother's Ring-

-Grey's Anatomy on DVD-

-Diamond Hoop Earrings-

-A Pedicure-

-Canon Mark III-

-Wide Angle Lens-

Of course we all have wishes that aren't materialistic, here are a few of mine:

-See the World-

(ok maybe that's a little materialistic)

-a healthy kid (always)-

-my kid to succeed-

-to succeed at life-

-to be a SUPER mom-

-to be a GREAT wife-

-to love endlessly-

-to make a difference in someones life, if only one-

-to make loads of memories-

-to always remember-

-to challenge myself daily-

-to lose some more weight-

The list of course goes on and on and on- but we don't have all day...so I will end it with one more wish- "MORE TIME!"

footprints of my heart.

a sick day(s).

my baby has been and IS sick, UGGHHERS!
The stomach bug has manifested in the Hull house.
This is really the first time he has been sick since he was born and for that I am truly grateful, but if I could have it my way he would NEVER, ever get sick. It breaks my heart. He is so FULL of life, joy, excitement and happiness, its as if something or someone has replaced my child...and I WANT MY BABY BACK and BETTER!
I have spent the past couple of days praying that I could take on his sickness and he could resume being the Logan that we all know and LOVE. Well, I have felt sick...but it has plagued my heart. Not only does a child being sick take a toll on a parent physically, it wears on you emotionally too. Along with all the heart-aching...I have done loads and loads and LOADS of laundry, cleaned, tried to keep everything disinfected, took care of a pitiful little soul and on top of all that the three in the morning bedtime is taking its toll on the Hull household...I, WE are WORN out. Prayers are welcomed and greatly appreciated...

Today he attempted to play, and in between all the breaks he took to lay his head in my lap and watch some t.v., I snapped some pics of my little darling.


Get better, baby...Momma-Daddy want to play! We love you kiddo! hugs and kisses...