Saying good-bye to my home

I've taken hundreds of pictures on this front porch over the last six years.

But  in three weeks this house will no longer be mine.

A few months ago I made the decision to put the house up for sale. It's something Mel and I planned on doing after he was done with cancer treatment and healed.

But the healing didn't take place on earth rather it took place in heaven and I was left with the decision what to do.

I chose to continue with the plans we made to sell.

So the pictures from this porch are coming to an end. I look at my house and all of the amazing memories that have been made. I can hear the laughter that has filled each room. I can picture Mel waking up in the middle of the night with our children. I can see him running and playing with Malachi and Hannah. I picture him throwing them up in the air in the backyard and giving them piggy back and shoulder rides up the stairs before bed. I see him staying up late doing his homework after a long day of work …

When life doesn't go according to our plan

Eight years ago I had the wedding of my dreams. 13 months after our wedding, my husband and I welcomed our son into the world. 12 months later we bought our first home. And 17 months after the birth of my son we welcomed our daughter. We were living the American dream. A home. Two children. Nice jobs.

Yet on December 30, 2014 our life came crashing down when my husband was diagnosed with cancer. And on February 14, 2017, when my husband took his last breath, everything changed. My life has not turned out the way I planned. I planned on growing old with my husband. I planned on having him here to see his children grow up.I planned my life and my future around him. I never thought my life would include watching my 31 year old husband take his last breath.I never thought my life would include being an only parent to two very young children. I never thought my life would include me as a widow at such a young age. Nor did I think it would include having a five year son and six year old daughte…

From daddy's girl to fatherless...

She was a few months shy of 3 years old when her dad was diagnosed with cancer.

She spent virtually every weekend of her third year of life in the hospital visiting her dad while he was getting chemotherapy.
For half of her fourth year of life she found herself unable to lay on her dad's arms as she fell asleep at night, ride on his shoulders or play on the floor with him as he lay in bed paralyzed due to the chemo.

And two weeks before she turned five years old this little girl had to say goodbye to her dad as he passed away.

To say she was a daddy's girl is an understatement. 
He would get up in the middle of the night with her when she was a baby. He would feed her, change her and fall asleep with her on the rocking chair.

And as she grew and became more active this little girl was always by her dad's side.

It didn't matter how old she was getting, when she asked for a shoulder ride, he would give her a shoulder ride. This little girl could do no wrong in her daddy&…