Unmeasurable

      Over the last 12 weeks there have been several people that have asked when I was going to write a blog about Meritt. Everytime my answer has been the same...The love that I have, the experiences that have came are all so overwhelming that I can't begin to put it into words. Now I know as she grows there will be cute little stories that result in life lessons that will be fun to share but as for a blog about Meritt in general, well I don't know where to start and I don't know where to end. I will share a revelation that came to me in the car the other day.


       My therapy is writing.  Since Meritt has been born it has been on my mind and heart to write of her. To write of the overwhelming love and emotions that overtook Brian and I when we looked at her for the first time. Everytime I begin to write of this I am so overwhelmed with my love for her that I cannot put it into words. I find myself sitting in front of a blank screen wondering where I should begin the blog and 10 minutes later the screen is still blank so I shut the computer and leave the entry for another day. 

       A couple of days ago I was driving in my car thinking of this very thing when a thought came to me. My whole life I have been told that the love that God has for us is so grand that there is no way to possibly grasp it. The love that He has for us is unmeasurable. I couldn't help but think that while the love that I have for Meritt is so big that it can't be described; God's love for us is even bigger. It is even better than the love that I have for this precious girl. It is so funny that in the last 12 weeks my thoughts have been totally transformed. When Meritt is with us we are constantly taking care of her and giving her all the attention that a newborn needs (it is ALOT). Then when she is away the thought of her consumes my mind. Brian's parents and mine have babysat her several times and I trust them both more than they know. It is not the thoughts of if she's ok instead it is the thoughts of just how much I love her. I find myself praying multiple times a day just a simple prayer of thanksgiving for the blessing of Meritt. As you read this I am sure you get my point. She consumes my mind and she takes up a very large part of my heart.

     I am humbled and overwhelmed to know that God loves us even more than that. I am thankful that God's love stretches farther than any number we can count, higher than any distance we can go, and longer than any ocean or land. Thanks be to God for His unmeasureable love!!

The Plaid Settee Sofa

        It is the size of a loveseat but much nicer than a loveseat. It is made of silk, the edges of the skirt are scalloped and it has wonderful colors that make a plaid pattern. This settee has many stories to tell and to this day it is one of the most special pieces of furniture that I own. The first story that the settee can tell is this...my mom and I were in a small french furniture shop when we spotted the settee. I was very young so it was a loveseat to me with very little meaning. To my mom this was the perfect piece of furniture and she knew the very spot she wanted to place it in her home. She looked at it for sometime asked a few questions to the clerk and then we left. She called my dad at work to tell him how she found the perfect piece of furniture and that she loved it. My mom and I spent the rest of the afternoon running errands and when we got home I remember being astonished...the settee was sitting in our den. My dad had gone out that very day and purchased that settee and surprised my mother and me.

    The next story this settee tells is of living with my nana and papa. Several years ago my grandparents decided to add onto their home and build a sunroom. They were looking for furnishings for the sunroom and my mom gave them the settee. Soon after the sunroom was built my nana got diagnosed with parkinson's disease and began a downward spiral with her health. My nana who has always been such an energetic spirit suddenly had to lay down alot. This settee was where I saw her lay many times. Two years ago July 29th my nana had a stroke. The stroke affected her health more than any of us could've imagined. Because of her decline in health my grandparents moved to an assisted living home. My grandparents had to do some serious downsizing to fit into their now two bedroom apartment at the assisted living complex. This is where the third story comes into play.

     The third story is of Brian and I getting the settee. When my grandparents downsized we acquired the settee. It now sits in our master bedroom under a large window. It was here in the room when Meritt came home for the first time, it has let Meritt and myself lay down and rest after a night of little rest and it is always happy to let my dirty clothes lay on it :)

      A simple piece of furniture but it is a piece that brings back so many special memories. There are happy stories and sad stories I am so thankful for the memories that it brings. I hope that you all can look back and remember something as simple as a piece of furniture and let memories pour in.