My Boy

Thirty seven weeks, three days, and 16 hours to be exact. The moment I became a mother to a son. Named for our families, Cooper Martin Garrett is the apple of his mama's eye.

Having a boy is all new to me. Dresses, bows, pink, and pretty. That was the standard around here. Now, we get to explore the wild domain of boyhood. Thankfully Cooper is blessed with the mild temperament of his Daddy. There has to be a momentous act of misfortune to rouse the eldest Mr. Garrett. Thank the good Lord for knowing that I needed a mild tempered man!

Last Monday marked 31 years for this mama, and I have to say that my heart is full. Never would I have imagined such a life, and everyday I find myself trying to grasp an understanding to why I have been given so much. All I can say is thank you God for not giving up this girl.

Missing Home

"Blink and you'll miss it". The words I would hear every time someone would describe my home town. Nestled in the valley below Bill Williams mountain, Williams Arizona is where I spent my youth. Also known as the "Gateway to the Grand Canyon", this little town is a mere 60 miles from one of the seven natural wonders of the world.

I can't remember the first time I laid eyes on the beauty of the canyon. My childhood memories are slowly becoming an ever fading blur, however the images of those memories have certainly left their mark. This picture was taken in May of 2007, just over one year after I said "I do" to my Travis.

Indescribable, the feeling you get when you step up to the rim and gaze upon the vast canyon below. As I look at the image, something stirs deep within my soul causing a longing for vivid blue skies, pine trees, and familiar places.

I  love my new home, and the people here who have filled my life with such joy. Be that as it may, this girl's heart remains attached to that little town where I began my journey on this earth.