Our Life with Sweet Baby James

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Before you were concieved,I wanted you.Before you were born,I loved you.Before you were a minute old,I would have died for you.This is the miracle of love.

Welcome to Our Website. I created this website during my pregnancy so that my friends and family that are out of town could stay up to date with the progress. As many things in life do the purpose of this site has changed some. This website has become a place not only were I keep all of you up to date, but a place for me to share  my feelings about the joys and also the trials of being a Mom of a child with precious needs. James is so precious to us and we wouldnt change on thing about our journey with him. I hope that you come to this site with love and a good sense of humor. Sometimes I am serious but most of all I just want to be able to look a back and laugh at all the day to day things of being a Mom! ENJOY!!

PLEASE leave a comment each time you visit! I Love to know who stopped by and what you think about our little life with James! 

If you are Joining us from James' FaceBook FAN Page, WELCOME!  I encourage you to look around and read about our life with James. We are planning James SDR surgery this Spring 2010. We covet your prayers for us as parents in making these difficult decisions, and for James as he works SO hard to be just like all the other kids his age. We love and adore this child and accept him for ALL that God has in store for him, and we are doing all we can to help support him to be all he can be.

This is a Poem that means to much to me!

WELCOME TO HOLLAND
By Emily Perl Kingsley I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability � to try to help people who have not shared the unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It�s like this: When you are going to have a baby, it�s like planning a fabulous vacation trip � to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo�s �David.� The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It�s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The flight attendant comes and says, �Welcome to Holland.� �Holland?� you say. �What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy. All my life I�ve dreamed of going to Italy.� But there�s been a change in the flight plans. They�ve landed in Holland, and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven�t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It�s just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. You must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It�s just a different place. It�s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you�ve been there awhile and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they�re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, �Yes, that�s where I was supposed to go. That�s what I had planned.� And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn�t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.