Layla’s 9th Birthday Letter

Layla Jean turns NINE on Monday!! Time for her annual birthday letter!

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My sweet Layla,

Nine.  Years.  Old.  WHAT??!  How is that even possible?  It is hard to wrap my brain around the fact that nine is halfway to eighteen.  I know how quickly the first nine years went by.  How do I slow down the second half?  It’s like I woke up one morning and you suddenly went from infant to big kid. From Sesame Street to Cupcake Wars.  From rocking you to sleep every night to telling you, “One more chapter, and then lights out!”  Will I one day wake up and suddenly find that you’ve gone from big kid to teenager?  How quickly will you transform?  Am I going to close my eyes for a moment and then open them to find you getting ready for prom?  How do I make sure I’m appreciating each moment God gives me with you?  I don’t know.  But I will continue to beg the Lord to help me savor every second, every season.  I hope you know, even when time escapes us, that I am so, so grateful for my days with you.

Layla, you are doing so great!  When you were a toddler you had so many words.  You would start talking and I would think to myself, “What is she going to be like when she gets older?  Who is that baby girl going to become?”  And now you are a child and I get to see who you are becoming.  I am so impressed.  You love science projects and crafts.  You have a hunger for reading.  You love Jesus and your family passionately.  You sing from your soul. You have the best laugh.  You are unique.  When we go to the library, Jordyn searches high and low for unicorn books, Bryson makes a beeline to the Sonic comics and stays there, but you….you are all over the place in the very best way.  I love to watch you go.  One moment you’re lost in a Judy Blume book and the next you’re reading about Harriet Tubman.  Oh, it makes my heart so happy.  Recently, you watched a history video about Rosa Parks and spent the rest of the evening reciting facts about segregation and Jim Crow.  You are only nine.  But you understand things I would have never expected a nine-year-old to comprehend.  Your hunger for knowledge is insatiable and I hope that never changes.

In your reading about activism, and in your every day life, you’ve learned a lot this year about bravery.  You did a project for school on Ida B. Wells and I watched you awaken to the idea that we can stand up for what is right, even if it is unpopular.  Even if it is hard.  Even if we are all alone in the standing.  As a young child, you learn to avoid consequences by following the rules.  When you get older, rule-following becomes more nuanced.  You are learning that people have had to break the rules when those rules were unjust.  You have learned that people have faced consequences for doing so.  You have learned that sometimes you have to stand up despite the consequence.  That being silent about unjust things for the sake of avoiding consequence is wrong.  I am still learning those things, too.  We can learn them together.  It is so, so important.  The world will need more of that kind of brave.  The kind of brave that I see growing inside of you every single day.  I promise to help you grow that bravery.

I promise to support you when you stand up for what is right.  I promise not to teach you how to be safe and quiet and comfortable.  I promise to teach you to be bold and fearless and strong enough to stand for what is right, even when the whole world tells you to sit down.  I promise to stand beside you.

Layla, you are nine.  And just like you have quickly grown from infant to toddler to child, you will inevitably grow from child to teenager to adult.  But I will be here for every part of it, baby.  I will be in your corner.  Ready to lead the way when I need to, ready to step back when I need to do that, too.  You are going to be amazing.  You already are.

Happy Birthday, Layla.  I love you with my whole heart.






Bryson’s 8th Birthday Letter

Oh Bryson. How did this happen?! You’re so big now!


I can’t even stand it! In one week you’ll be an 8-year-old and you are growing at a rate that far exceeds my ability to memorize every moment. But I wish I could. Because every moment with you is a gift. You are a gift, bud. Here are some things I want to make sure I don’t forget about your almost 8-year-old self:

-Fridays are your favorite day of the week. Mostly because of your love for video games. You aren’t allowed to play video games on school nights. But on “Fun Fridays” as we’ve begun to call them, we pick up a fun treat on the way home for school and then you get to turn on your Xbox and have at it! It makes you so happy. You’re very gracious about explaining how to play when Mommy grabs a controller and you are good at sharing the games with your sisters, too. You’ve even beat Daddy a couple times! And not even because he let you! You’re just getting really good!

-You like to protect people. Your big sister has come home from school a few times this year feeling frustrated. When you hear that someone has hurt Layla’s feelings, it is unacceptable to you. You say encouraging things to her and then every. single. time. you tell her you want to talk to the people giving her trouble. She gets flustered and says “Bryson, relax, I’ve got  this!” and you say “I’m your brother. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You tell me if they don’t stop and I’m going to talk to them, Layla!” You are gentle with Jordyn because you recognize she is smaller than you. You use your quiet happy voice when we are taking care of babies. When we cross the street you put your hand on my back and say you’re “keeping an eye” on me.  It comes naturally to you to look after others. That makes my heart so full. The world needs more compassion and compassion just flows out of you. I pray that trait will strengthen and grow the older you get.

-You are brave. When I was your age, I would get nervous when I had to talk to adults.  Daddy was the same way. But not you. The other day at Target you realized someone dropped an ID card on the floor. I told you we should turn it in. You said “I’ll take care of it!” and then walked right up to the woman working in the pharmacy and said “Excuse me, ma’am. I found this card on the floor. Someone lost it. May I give it to you?” and she chuckled at such grown up words coming out of such a little boy. I admire your confidence.

-You are bright. Sometimes you tell me about stories in the Bible that I had no idea you had even read. You come home from school and complete your homework with ease. You race through your work because it all seems to click so well and we are constantly reminding you to slow down when your brain works faster than your pencil. You are learning so much and starting to have your own ideas and thoughts. Never stop sharing them with me. I love listening to you.

-You are still my baby. And I’m thankful for that. You still love hugs and kisses. You aren’t yet awkward about showing affection in front of your friends. I know that won’t last forever, so I am savoring it. A couple of months ago I told you that when you were a baby there was a song that would put you to sleep if I rocked you and sang it quietly. So now, at bedtime, you’ll occasionally ask me if I can sing it to you again. I kneel down at your bed and you grab my hand and put it on your head. I pet your hair and sing you the same song I sang all those years ago. Without fail your eyes get heavy and your arms go limp. If I look hard enough, I can still see the little baby boy I rocked in my arms in the sleepy face of the great big boy that you’ve become. I treasure that.

-You have big dreams. You don’t just say you want to be a Pastor when you grow up. You talk about how your church will have a Lego center for the kids to build anything they want. And there will be a wrestling center close by so that you can still find time to be a pro-wrestler on the side. And if someone needs a place to stay, they can sleep at your church. And you will feed them. And no one will be allowed to say mean things to each other. Those are awesome dreams to have, sweetheart.

Bryson, I love you. But I also like you so, so much. Of course as your Mommy I’m proud of your achievements, but that pride dims in comparison to what I feel when I think about your character and who you are becoming as a person. I pray that more than being bright or successful or safe in your life choices that you will be brave. That you will do bold things without fear. That you will continue to stand up for what is right. That you will always remember that you are so richly blessed so that you may richly bless others in return. That you will love and serve others even when it comes at a high cost. And listen, I realize I’m asking you to live a sacrificial life when as your Mommy my gut instinct is to want to beg God to give you all the things and make your life easy and safe. But the narrow way is better, bud. Trust me on this one. And I promise you’ll never walk it alone. I will never stop being overwhelmed with gratitude that I get to walk with you. Daddy and I love you so much, Bryson. Happy Birthday!

Jordyn’s 6th Birthday Letter

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Sweet Jordyn-

In one week you are turning 6. That means this is the 6th time I’ve sat at the computer to write a birthday letter for you. The 6th time I’ve sat in silence and thought about another year that has quickly gone by. I also have 8 birthday letters for your sister and 7 birthday letters for your brother under my belt. Sometimes I get nervous I will sound repetitive. When these letters are printed and bound for you to keep, will they all sound the same?

I know I go on and on about my love for you, but I just love you so very much. I write a lot about how quickly you are growing and how much you have changed. That’s a common theme. But baby, it’s every Mommy’s common theme. The days are long, the years are short. Don’t blink. Time flies. Every tired mama with bags under her eyes and fierce love bursting in her heart knows these things. Feels these things. So you’ll hear them from me now and one day, Lord willing, I will get to hear you repeat these same motherhood mantras when you are a mommy. Some day, a long time from now, you will hold your crying baby close against your chest and rock back and forth in a foggy haze from sleep deprivation. Your hair will be unwashed and your shirt covered in spit up and I am certain I will think that you have never been more beautiful. When I watch you I will close my eyes and remember the days that I held you just the same. You will cry because it is so hard and smile because it is so incredible and then you will understand exactly how I feel about you.

Joyful- that’s the word I think of when I consider who you are becoming. I’ve told you many stories about what a happy baby you were. You are still so happy. What I love most about jordy (6)your joy is that you so freely share it with others. You go out of your way to make people feel the joy that you feel. Your laughter is contagious. Your smile starts on the inside of your sweet self and it radiates, making everything brighter. What I admire most about your joy is that it exists even alongside other feelings. It’s not that you’re never afraid. You openly share that sometimes things make you feel scared. But you trust us. And you trust God. And that makes you brave. It’s not that you’re unaware that the world can be hard. You’ve learned this year that sometimes cancer gets worse instead of better, that sometimes bad things happen to people even if they are kind or helpful. You have grieved those truths that are new to you in all the ways a child grieves. I have held you while you cried and cried along with you because I can’t protect you from sadness. But you have not allowed anything to steal your joy. And you are a reminder to Mommy that we can be sad about hard things and still laugh and play and enjoy the beauty that exists all around us. You are so good at finding beauty everywhere. It’s part of what makes YOU so beautiful. Sweet girl, the joy of the Lord is our strength. It is what keeps us moving forward when the world gets dark. And you have so much joy. So you are strong. Don’t forget that.

Jordyn, on your 6th birthday I want you to know that I love you. That I’m so proud of who you are becoming. And even though you are getting older and I can’t shield you from the difficult things that you used to be too young to understand, I am in your corner. I am for you. I am always praying for you, I am always ready to listen. And if you ever need reminding-I am here to assure you that the joy you possess is beautiful and strong and brave. And it is worth fighting to hold on to. I thank God for the joy He has given you and I thank Him for the joy I have simply because I get to be your Mommy. Daddy and I love you so much, our unicorn loving-belly laughing-ballerina spinning-sweet, sweet girl.

Love, Mommy




Layla’s 8th Birthday Letter



I know I say it every year, but I cannot believe it’s already time to write another birthday letter. The days REALLY are long but the years REALLY are short. Miss Layla will turn 8 on June 26th…this is her EIGHTH birthday letter, you guys. I’m not old enough to have an eight year old! Just, whatever!! It’s not even right!




Sweet Layla-

What a year this has been! We have watched you grow in so many ways! You are reading at a 4th grade level and have a passion for books. You love coming home from school with facts and will gladly share all the details of your day. You are inquisitive and have a healthy hunger for learning new things. I hope you will always love to learn. Where it is a challenge for you to keep focus and stay calm, you have a determination that more than makes up for it. Math was tough for you this year. As soon as you got a hold on one topic, it was time to move on to the next and you spent many nights frustrated. But you did. not. give. up. And your hard work paid off when you brought home an award for making straight A’s the last 9 weeks. Can I let you in on a secret though? Had you brought home straight C’s this year, Daddy and I STILL would have been proud because we watched how hard you worked. It will always be effort over achievement. Remember that.

Your school accomplishments are great, but what means more is the personal growth you have made. You made the big decision to be baptized and bravely stood before the church and told of your love for Jesus. You have learned to manage some of your fears and anxieties through prayer and through worship. It makes my heart so happy to see who you are becoming. We have challenged you by sharing some of the hard things that are happening and you have impressed us over and over again with your bravery, and with your joy. Your resilience so beautifully reflects your big faith in God.


Layla, at 8-years-old you are old enough to figure out when things aren’t quite right, but still young enough that you’re not always able to figure out WHY things aren’t right. I know that gets confusing. It won’t always be that way. And when you ARE always able to discern what’s going on there will be a part of Mommy that’s relieved and a part of Mommy that is super sad that I can’t protect you from how dark the world gets sometimes. But I know you’ll be able to handle it. I know God will equip you.

There is a quote that says “A small light can do a great deal in a dark place.” Layla baby, YOU are that small light.

You know how you can light birthday candles with all the lights on in the kitchen and it really doesn’t look like much? But then you shut off all the lights and those little tiny flames are enough to make the whole room glow? Like the candles are at their best when it’s darkest? Sweetheart, you are JUST like that. When the world is at it’s darkest your joy is that much more beautiful. Your shine is that much more intense, that much more needed, that much more appreciated. Always, always be that light. Because it’s a dark world sometimes. There are hard things happening all around us. But you keep choosing love. Keep choosing joy. Be the light our world so badly needs. It might seem small, but it is enough. And it is beautiful. You, my love, are so, SO beautiful.

Layla, on your 8th birthday I want you to know I see you. I see the way you love Jesus and the way you love others. I see your diligence. I see your joy. And I am SO proud of what I see. I love you very much and am more grateful every single day that God let me be your Mommy. Happy Birthday, sweet girl.


Bryson’s 7th Birthday Letter


It’s pretty typical that once November comes around I find myself looking through old photos. My mind drifts back to November 8, 2008- a 4 month old in one arm, newborn in the other. Experiencing adoption and giving birth all at the same time for the very first time. What a whirlwind! It doesn’t matter how often I reminisce, I’m always shocked by how tiny you were and how quickly you grew.

Bryson's Birth (207)I remember this baby. I remember not believing that you were mine to keep. I remember how strange it was to recognize that you did in fact come from me…that every kick and push I felt in my womb matched the way you stretched and moved your tiny infant body. I knew you. And you knew me. I would watch you and my heart would pound with admiration…my son…there is nothing like a mother’s love for her son. I still feel my heart pound with admiration at the thought of you, sweet boy.

Did you know that the moment he found out I was pregnant, Grandpa said you were a boy? He said he just knew it. And we believed him! So the dreaming about what it would mean to have a son started early! I imagined all the legos, all the horseplay, all the stinky dirty goodness…and those things are now a reality. Every bit of good as I imagined, too! But YOU…who you are as a person…you are so much more than I imagined.

I hoped that you would love Jesus. But when I catch you up past your bedtime reading your Bible…when you see a “lost dog” poster on the side of the road and your first reaction is to pray with conviction that God will help that family find their dog and help the dog not to be afraid…when we are listening to worship music in the car and I look in my rear view mirror and see you with your eyes squeezed shut singing hard and whole-heartedly to no one else but the Lord…your love for Him amazes me.

I hoped that you would love others. But when I see you share your toys with Safe Families kids…when I watch you compliment and praise those around you…the way you are so intuitive about how people are feeling and the way you long to cheer them up…when you bear hug Daddy for no reason or grab my hand in a store…your love for others amazes me.

DSC_0224You are smart, you are empathetic, you are funny and strong and brave. Every day you move a little further away from being the baby who slept peacefully in my arms and move a little closer to being an adult who will no doubt make the world better. It is the hardest thing to let go of that little baby but the most exciting thing to watch God’s plan for your life unfold. Happy 7th birthday, sweet boy! Mommy and Daddy love you SO very much!!

Jordyn’s 5th Birthday Letter

For every birthday, I blog a letter for my kiddos. Eventually, they will all be printed up and put together as a keepsake. I can’t believe I’m already on number 5 for Jordyn!


On August 14th, you will officially be a 5-year-old. This is Mommy and Daddy’s third time celebrating a 5th birthday for one of our children. We know that it means the start of school. We know that it marks a time in which a child rapidly changes from “little kid” to “big kid.” We know from experience that this time period brings lots of learning and independence. We’ve approached these milestones with Layla and Bryson and yet I still feel unprepared.

You were the last heartbeat I watched on ultrasound as my own heart grew with great love. The last kick I felt from inside of the womb, as I rubbed back gently, anxious to see your face. The last baby to come out of my belly and lay quiet skin against mine. You were the last 1-year-old to take shaky first steps across our living room floor as we burst with pride. Jordyn, unless God calls us to adopt again someday- you were the very last terrific two, thrilling three and then fabulous four year old that Mommy and Daddy will ever have the joy of getting to call our own. And now you are the last little one in our home to turn five. You are our baby. That makes every single moment with you so precious. Precious and hard to let go of. It’s hard to let you grow up.

But I’m so excited.

Every day you are changing. Your high-pitched squeaky baby voice has turned into the most adorably raspy child voice. I love to listen to your words. You have your own thoughts and your own ideas. You are dreaming your own dreams. I watch you discover yourself and the world around you and I feel wonder. I can’t believe God chose us to be your Mommy and Daddy. I want you to know that I will never take that responsibility lightly.

No matter what this next year of life brings your way, I am in your corner. Know that now and know that it will never change. For every moment we spend face to face I will spend twice as many behind closed doors praying for you, advocating for you, and spending myself on your behalf. Because I love you. And that’s what love does. I hope we are teaching you what it means to live out love with actions even more than words.

I pray that as you continue to figure out who you are as a little individual, that you will see yourself the way God does. That you will see what you are capable of through Him. That you will desire to seek His will and then move forward confidently knowing that He will equip you and we will support you.

This year has given us many reminders that life is uncertain and that love is a gift. I don’t want to waste a second of time or a drop of love that God has given me with you, sweet girl. On your 5th birthday, my heart is so thankful for who you are and for who you are becoming. I love you so much.

Happy Birthday, baby!

Love, Mommy


Layla’s 7th Birthday Letter

Can you believe we’re on birthday letter number SEVEN?! It’s a month early but we’ll be busy come June so I wanted to get it done!

My dear Layla-

     There are so many things I love about your soon-to-be-seven self. I love your laugh and the way you throw your head back while you do it. I love the way you show affection to your brother and sister. I love your awesome ability to use your words and tell me what you’re thinking and feeling. I love that you insist on a hug and kiss at the end of the night no matter how our day has gone. I love the look on your face when I catch you awake way past your bedtime because you’re reading your Bible….I mean, how could I be mad about that?! I love the way your curly hair gets at the end of the day…wild, big and free…just like you! I love your confidence. I love the way you share your relationship with Jesus with others. I love the way you talk to me about what you’re learning in church and at school.
      Lately Layla, when I look into your eyes, I feel the most intense combination of joy and sadness. Sadness because it’s harder and harder for me to see the baby you once were. Joy because it’s easier and easier for me to see the beautiful woman you will become…I’m so blessed to be your Mommy.
     By nature I am introverted and a rule follower. It takes intentional effort for me to start a conversation and although I love people dearly, I’m not what you would call a people person. But you, my Layla…you couldn’t be more different. And oh the wonder of raising a child who is the direct opposite of everything you’re comfortable with! You have made me grow in so many ways just by being who you are. You are loud and energetic in the very best way. You can talk to anyone…you can carry a conversation seamlessly. In the world of Layla, everyone, from the new student at school to the barista at Starbucks, is a potential new best friend.
     With your boldness, comes a desire to challenge the rules and to forge your own path. And that, my dear, finds you in trouble from time to time. While I’m the one who is doling out the consequences, I’ll let you in on a secret…I’m glad you seek to understand the rules instead of blindly following them. I’m glad you understand standing up for what you believe is right. As you mature, that boldness is going to serve you well. You have come leaps and bounds with respect and obedience at home and we will be consistent in insisting you continue to learn those things, but I think your desire to march to the beat of your own drum is going to make you quite the leader some day, sweet girl.
     Layla, on your 7th birthday I want to tell you that I see who you are and what God is doing in your life and I couldn’t be more excited about it. Being your Mommy is a joyful challenge and I know that whatever the Lord has in store for our family, it will always be an adventure with you as a daughter. I love you higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, Layla Jean! Happy Birthday!