A great man, a beloved friend that I never got the chance to meet in person, passed away Thursday. My heart is broken. Shadow was our guild master, our "father" for our ragtag bunch of WoW nuts in TGQM. I'm afraid to log in knowing that he's never going to be on with his everlasting enthusiasm.
We all miss you Shadowfill. You will forever be in our hearts. I only hope that I get the chance to meet you in the next life. May your journey be swift and your heart always be true. Love Qam
Saturday, March 5
Saturday, February 19
Little Fire on Thin Ice
I decided to start a blog as a way to look back. My beautiful baby boy is growing up so fast and already I'm starting to forget things that I never thought I'd forget. He's already 2 1/2 years old! The cliche about "just yesterday he was born" is so true.
I have been following several blogs for a while now. Blogs about adoption and children with disabilities. These families have my utmost respect and my prayers are with them daily. They have touched my heart and have also made me realize how much I truly treasure my rambunctious, silly son.
Aidan is all boy. Danger means nothing to him. Running into walls, falling, jumping off furniture - these are daily activities. Soon enough he'll be climbing trees, swinging from ropes into rivers and giving me more anxiety issues than I already have. I hope to record enough sweet things in this blog to remind me why I haven't lost my mind or thrown in the towel when these things happen.
He seems to have a good sense of mommy's moods though. Whenever I am about at wit's end he pulls out the sweet and innocent card. The other day he crawled up next to me, placed his hand on my cheek and said "You're boo-tiful Mommy, you're boo-tiful." How can you not melt at that? Oh, how I love that boy!
The day Aidan came home from the hospital.
Aidan at 1 yr old. The day of his Baptism.
Aidan at 2 1/2 - he has an attitude...
But he's also really sweet!
I have been following several blogs for a while now. Blogs about adoption and children with disabilities. These families have my utmost respect and my prayers are with them daily. They have touched my heart and have also made me realize how much I truly treasure my rambunctious, silly son.
Aidan is all boy. Danger means nothing to him. Running into walls, falling, jumping off furniture - these are daily activities. Soon enough he'll be climbing trees, swinging from ropes into rivers and giving me more anxiety issues than I already have. I hope to record enough sweet things in this blog to remind me why I haven't lost my mind or thrown in the towel when these things happen.
He seems to have a good sense of mommy's moods though. Whenever I am about at wit's end he pulls out the sweet and innocent card. The other day he crawled up next to me, placed his hand on my cheek and said "You're boo-tiful Mommy, you're boo-tiful." How can you not melt at that? Oh, how I love that boy!
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