35 years of marriage

June 5, 1982 these 2 young kids said “I do” and today they say, “I still do.”  35 years later they still choose each other.  


What an amazing accomplishment! As soon of my married friends know, marriage life ain’t always rainbows and unicorns.  It’s hard work.  And my parents marriage is not perfect and they have had their own struggles.  But I love their relationship today.  I love that my dad still sends her flowers, just because.  I love that he takes her on dates.  I love that he takes her shopping because he wants her to always look her best.  I love that he comes behind her and grabs her and tells her that she’s beautiful and other yucky rated R stuff.  I love that she takes care of him.  She makes breakfast, lunch and dinner for him.  She calls him to tell him she loves him.  I love that she grabs his hand while they are in the car.  


Throughout the years I have learned so much from my parents marriage.  Some things I have applied in my own marriage.  I am so grateful for my parents and the wonderful & Godly example they have been to me, my marriage and family.  

Mom & Dad, Happy Anniversary!! I pray that God will bless you another 35 years and that your later years will be better than your former years! That God will grant all of your hearts desires and that He will open crazy doors for you, your marriage and ministry.  (but secretly I pray that a door would be open in Dallas, TX). Love you both to the moon and back!!

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A little boys prayer


Four years ago a little boy was learning about prayer. He was learning that the Bible tells us to write down our request and wait for God to answer our prayers.  

I read Habakkuk 2:2-3 to him,

“And then GOD answered: “Write this. Write what you see. Write it out in big block letters so that it can be read on the run. This vision-message is a witness pointing to what’s coming. It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait! And it doesn’t lie. If it seems slow in coming, wait. It’s on its way. It will come right on time.”

He wrote in my journal. He wrote down his hearts desires that evening. And we prayed over them. And we believed God for them.  

Four years later, he has a dad. Not just any dad, but a broken and hurt relationship was mended and our little family was reconciled. He has a brother. Not just any brother, but a sweet miracle that doctors said was impossible. We have a home, where memories are made and love is felt.  

And we are believing for number 4. Gods not done answering this little boys prayers.  

Never give up on a prayer that you prayed. He will answer you. It may not look like you had imagined. But He will give you the very best.  

xoxo

11 years and worth it 


Every one is always surprised when we say, we have an 11 year old and a newborn. Heck, it’s quite amusing to us too.  

Some people like to wait a couple years in between children. We waited 11. Not by choice, but it was definitely in Gods plan all along.  

Sure I would have loved for Caleb to grow up with a brother or sister. There were so many times that I would send him outside to play and 10 minutes later he’d come in and say it’s boring to play by myself. No one to share with, fight with, explore with.  

Here we are 11 years later and I don’t think it could be anymore perfect. Caleb is thrilled about his baby brother. Every day he comes home from school, goes straight to the sink to wash off all the school germs then comes to his brother to give him a dap and a kiss. He ask to hold him, feed him, burp him. If I could only get him to change diapers this would be the life! Caleb wants to be the one to carry the diaper bag, push the stroller, anything to be right by brothers side.  

We are so incredibly blessed to have 2 such amazing boys, 11 years apart. Gods timing was perfect.  

xoxo 

One life

“Don’t save something for a special occasion. Every day of your life is a special occasion.” – Thomas S. Monson


When I had Caleb, eleven years ago, I was 22. At the time, my relationship with Courtney was not a healthy one, I was trying to finish school, working 2 jobs and life just got away from me.  

I took tons of pictures of my cute little boy but I didn’t jot things down or implant milestones in my memory. I have a horrible memory as it is so writing things down could have be helpful.  

I try to be intentional with my time but to be honest, I let life’s busyness get the best of me. Working a full time job, then baking in the evening, housework or meetings. There are so many evenings where Caleb fends for himself or sits in front of the television all evening. Trust me, I’m embarrassed to admit all of this.  

But I write this because over the past month the saying “life is too short” has taken on a new meaning for me. When we were told that Xander could suffer from this and from that, I was so scared for him to come into this world. And what would raising him be like. What would he be like. But this month, this child could not be more perfect.  

I wake up (every 3 hours at night) so grateful for each minute that I have with him. So grateful for every day that passes by that we can prove to the doctors they had it wrong and that God is greater than any diagnosis.  

My prayer from this moment forward is that I would live each day to its absolute fullest. That I would imbed each milestone in my heart. That I would celebrate all of their accomplishments both big and small. That my children would experience all that life has to offer them. That they would explore their dreams and passions. That they would embrace all of the experiences that come their way. And through it all, they would keep God in the center of their lives.  

“Don’t save something for a special occasion.  Every day of your life is a special occasion.” – Thomas S. Monson

Live my friends ❤

xoxo

A life changing month


It’s 3am and baby is sleeping. I should be asleep as we are driving back home in about 2 hours. But all I want to do is just stare at this precious gift.

It’s been one whole month since our life has changed.  Xander is a week old here but I’ll update the picture when it’s not 3am.  

I obviously love Caleb. He was my firstborn. I sit back and still can’t believe how big he is. How grown up he is. He is such an amazing kid. So well behaved, good manners, great attitude, smart, soft hearted…I mean we couldn’t have been more blessed with him. But then came Xander. I didn’t think my heart could love like this again. But God makes a way.  

As I stare at this sweet boy, I cry with tears of joy and gratitude. I cannot thank God enough for bringing him to us. Of all people God could have chosen, He chose us.  

“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭139:13-16‬ ‭MSG‬‬

From every, “No you can’t get pregnant” to “agenesis of the corpus callosum” nonsense God’s hand was over this child. Bit by bit God created him, perfectly and wonderfully made.  

Every time I hold this child, I am reminded of Gods goodness, of His faithfulness, of His love. He is such a good, good father. We are so underserving of such a miracle.  

What an incredible month it has been. I cannot wait to see what else God has in store for my two sweet boys.  

Happy one month sweet Xander!
xoxo

Breastfeeding 1. Mama 0. 


If you’ve been following along my blog or if you know me, you know that I’m an avid control freak. Nothing new to some folks.  

With that being said, there were a lot of things that I had planned out with this pregnancy and birth of our new little. For example, I needed to know what day we were going to deliver so I asked the doctor to schedule it asap. I also knew that I was going to breast feed. When I had Caleb, our first born, over 11 years ago, I was young and had no patience to learn.  

But this time around I told myself, you are much older and wiser. You will have patience and you will remain calm so the baby can feed. After all, this is the very best for the baby.  

Within the first hour of our new one’s life, he was latching on and I was so thankful that all was looking good! Over the next couple of days in the hospital we went through endless cluster feedings, tons of lanolin cream, hot and cold presses and zero sleep. Our hospital was great and had a lactation nurse around the clock to come in and help whenever we needed her.  

Then on our third night of the hospital stay, the nurses came in and said, our sweet baby was down 10% of his weight and I needed to start pumping or supplementing formula.  

I was devastated. I couldn’t understand why I was having so much trouble. Why wasn’t my milk coming in already. And why on earth do I have these huge jugs if they are good for nothing! 

I began reading everything I could on how to produce more milk, different techniques, just about everything you could think of I was doing. I was reaching out to friends, on the phone with the lactation nurse for hours. But with each passing day, my breast were literally falling off.  

My nipples began cracking, bleeding, scabs were forming and to be honest they just looked absolutely disgusting. My husband even said they were on life support! I thought there is no way this can be healthy. We had our pediatrician appointment and she encouraged me to continue. They would heal over time she said, you just have to press on she said. So we did.  

I can’t explain to you how much I began dreading feeding time. It was just so painful and I was so worried that he was going to be drinking blood. Regardless of what they say and how it’s not harmless, it still grossed me out. I was always worried that he wasn’t getting enough milk. And with him feeding for 30 minutes on each side, plus I was pumping and giving him what I pumped. Each feeding session was well over an hour and half. My breast were never getting time to breath much less heal.  

I had my follow up appointment with my OB and I had her look at my breast. Her exact response was, “oh God. Yea that’s not ok.” That is just a little hint on how bad they looked. She told me that I needed a break. I needed to incorporate formula and give my breast time to heal. She informed me that they were just one step away from being infected. And that this wasn’t ok for me or for baby.  

I can’t tell you how upset I was. I wanted nothing more but to be super mom and breast feed my baby. I was so worried that if I took a break then I would stop producing and it wasn’t exactly like the milk supply was coming in at an abundance. I went home and cried with my husband. I just felt like a failure.  

My husband reminded me that the most important things are that baby gets fed and I get healthy. And that our first born was a formula fed baby and he is just as healthy as can be. The OB prescribed me a medicated cream and within the next couple of days I began to see a huge difference.  

I am now exclusively pumping and baby is getting formula once or twice a day with breast milk for the remainder of his feedings.   

I write this to encourage those mamas out there that feel like a failure because they can’t breast feed or perhaps they feel judged that they are formula feeding their babies. You must listen to your own body and do what’s best for not just your baby but for yourself too. At the end of the day, you are no good to anyone including your baby if you are unhealthy. Take care of yourself and those tatas! 😬👍🏽🐮

xoxo

Safety. Trust. 


Safety & Trust. The two come hand in hand in.  If you don’t trust someone, you will never feel safe with them.  

This morning I woke up feeling defeated by stupid breastfeeding.  Consumed by thoughts of, “I’m a horrible mother if I give up.” But “you’re a horrible mother anyways because you can’t feed your baby.”  Let’s just say I have a whole new respect for breast feeding mamas.  You are my Heros! 

As I lay the baby down, I began to pray and ask God for help.  What should I do?  Then I open the Bible to this verse, 

“I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.””

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭91:2

Psalms 91 has to be my favorite chapter of the entire bible but I love that this spoke to me this morning.  It may not be directly related to my breastfeeding break down.  But my entire relationship with the Lord.

This morning I’m reminded that I’m safe. My children are safe.  God is my refugee, my deliverer, my protector, my provider, my comforter, my peace, my joy, my everything.  Anything that I may need today, God is.  I lack nothing.  

Happy Wednesday friends! 

xoxo

No words….

Seriously, there are no words to describe how my heart feels today.  I just can’t think of a word that will suffice.

What I can tell you is that I didn’t sleep one single minute last night.  I was overwhelmed with excitement, nerves, anxiety, unsteadiness, anticipation and so much more.  We chose to have a c-section, I’ll talk about that more at a later date, and as I was laying there on the surgery table, all I could ask God for was to cover him, to do a miraculous healing in his body and for him to just be ok.  

And at 7:51am, Xander Lee Hampton took his first breath. And he was perfect! We didn’t need to take him to NiCU.  The neurologist didn’t have to rush over.  He was perfect.  Now I don’t know what God has in store for our future. But what I do know is that God knew at 7:51, this perfect little human would breathe his first breath.  I know that God has Xander in the center of His palm.  And I know that regardless of what the future holds, I will rejoice in what the Lord has made.  He created Xander just for Courtney and I.      And for Caleb.  


As I write this, I weep knowing that Gods love for His children is so deep and so wide, it’s uncomparable, unimaginable, unattenable and there is absolutely nothing that we have done to earn it.  But He freely gives it to us.  And today was such an amazing reminder of His love & grace.  

xoxo

Almost time! 


T-minus 24 hours and little baby will be in our arms! That is if he decides not to come any sooner 😬 
There are a million and one thoughts running through my head right about now. So many different emotions I’m trying to process through not to mention the crazy pregnancy hormones have been unleashed these last couple of weeks.  
But at the end of all the crazy thoughts my heart is so overwhelmed with gratitude.  I’m overjoyed that God gave us a child, when we were told it couldn’t happen.  I’m overwhelmed by the love and support we have received from our family and our amazing church family.  They have stood next to us through every single moment and been such an encouragement for us.  I’m overwhelmed by God’s provision, the strength that He has give us, the grace to walk through this season.  
I cannot wait to hold this little guy in my arms and literally smoother him with kisses.  And we can’t wait to share this time with you as well!  Stay tuned folks! 
xoxo

Dear brother,


I write this post as we wait to be seen by the doctor.  Brother! Can you please come out and play already! 

Caleb wrote a letter to Xander the other day and I wanted to share his sweet heart with you.  
Dear Xander,

There is nothing that I have wanted more than a little brother.  Even though the doctors said you will have problems, I’ve prayed for you and believed you were going to be perfect. And you are! And I haven’t even met you! 

There has been so many questions I have like, what are you going to look like? What skin color? What eye color? What hair color?

There are just endless wonders about you!  And I will make sure to protect you, after all it’s my duty! We all thought you were a miracle and you are a blessing! We all love you and you are perfectly made! 

Love, 

Caleb 

This little boy just melts my heart with his sweetness! ❤ He will be such a great brother!! 

xoxo