I don't know who these people are, but I like that finger....
Are you going to take me home with you??
I kinda like being in this fella's arms...
Still in Daddy's arms a year later!!
Mommy always show me how to do things!!!Thank you God for bringing my Mommy and Daddy over to bring me home!
Looking Back
I have been thinking about this blog for a month now. This very one and as I start, tears begin to puddle in my eyes… in some ways I am a little fire cracker and in some ways I am a big ole baby. Matter of fact, I have written this blog fifty different ways in my head throughout the month. On Friday, Judson and I had an anniversary - we became a mommy and daddy for a grand total of a year. No Ricky’s birthday is not in March but the first time we laid eyes on our wonderful little boy was one year ago yesterday. I have had so many emotions this month. Our journey to Ricky was so long and rocky. It lasted seven years! Ricky is not our first child - yes he is the first child I have ever held in my arms or heard call me mommy but we lost two children before Ricky. Our first child’s birthday would have been in March and we found out we were pregnant through IVF with our second child in March. I do not think it is by mistake that we met our son in March. I remember the day so very clearly - I remember the drive to the baby house, the walk up the stairs and down the hallway and oh, the smell. Judson and I were told to wait in this room - it seemed like an eternity. My heart raced, my feet tapped and all my senses seemed to be on overdrive, amazingly enough being sleep deprived from our travels. Then there he was - the child that Judson and I had prayed for, longed for, cried for, fought for, loved beyond understanding and almost died for was right there for us to touch. I was almost scared to touch him for fear that it was all a dream. Was he really there - our son? Our chosen child, the child made in our hearts and dreams. The child that God himself searched this entire earth over and selected for us. The child God kept safe tucked in His arms of love until we arrived home with him. Was I really holding my baby boy? Then I looked and Judson and I saw all the emotions that I felt on his face. He was a daddy at that very moment - not an uncle anymore but a daddy. I sometimes wonder if the look Judson has for Ricky is the same look God has for us. If so His children are so very loved. I knew right then that Judson Bell would meet death before he would let any harm come to our little one.
Our journey was long and hard. God had far more confidence in my ability than I ever would have, but then again, I am not a one women show! I cried, I screamed, I even raged against the winds that seemed to crash down around me on a daily basis but God never gave up on me because he had a far greater plan for our family. He wanted college sweethearts to grown in love for each other and Him. Judson and I could not have walked that road without the love and support of our family, friends and our church Pinedale Christian Church. All I had to give God during our journey was my faith the size of a mustard seed and I let him do the rest. There were many times when my mustard seed faith was put to the test but God always seemed to do what He does best and that is BE GOD!
Ricky is amazing! The bonding was not instant for him like it was for us but today there is no happier, healthier little boy. When I walk in the room he says mama and my heart melts. When I am rocking him to sleep he will grab my cheek and give me a kiss and I know that I would kill for this precious treasure God has given me. He looks at his daddy and takes a running leap for him without any fear in the world because he feels safe and secure in the arms of his daddy. I think God had a reason for Judson to be the first man for Ricky to meet and that is because Ricky will always have just one Daddy! Judson, thank you for being the husband and daddy you are to your family!
One final thought- For any of you that are going though challenges in life right now (which includes me), be like the farmer that asked God for rain and then prepared his fields because he knew God would send the rain.
Hope you had a great weekend!




























