tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48498451226221874792024-02-19T10:16:30.468-05:00alam mo ny anIt means "you know already" in Tagalog (long story). It seems as though each day i am learning that in some ways deep down i do know the answer already, but when I don't know... my Abba Father does.Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.comBlogger347125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-85604214096377433782015-04-10T23:17:00.001-04:002015-04-10T23:17:00.072-04:00Dear younger me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4KP2hA0nFR2NsSno6cE7fSUuHqzSDDieCLhcH6JzaFBNeD0jTypHI1gdHqKquMF5xTn0nmx2-yYqq9oskFa57ss-nABsz2bggiGIPzQ2n0B-UuT-QfHwdRPN66WDKyYszUbCDk5kE9w/s640/blogger-image-63304990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4KP2hA0nFR2NsSno6cE7fSUuHqzSDDieCLhcH6JzaFBNeD0jTypHI1gdHqKquMF5xTn0nmx2-yYqq9oskFa57ss-nABsz2bggiGIPzQ2n0B-UuT-QfHwdRPN66WDKyYszUbCDk5kE9w/s640/blogger-image-63304990.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dear Younger Me, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Life will lead you on paths you could never ever imagine. God has a sense of humor and a plan bigger then yours. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDEaYD7G3Yv6RLBfnZbnapsi8xRP2TwPjahyphenhyphenFWXsDFOmwE9MliLp6-MI6q05F-m6oFLpphI9EHSvSUC1NVTXlIcVk7lQ7LF9NCofy62XtQJlYlhRSiKHSKQE1klo9EByYH1O96wv3gIM/s640/blogger-image-755962902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDEaYD7G3Yv6RLBfnZbnapsi8xRP2TwPjahyphenhyphenFWXsDFOmwE9MliLp6-MI6q05F-m6oFLpphI9EHSvSUC1NVTXlIcVk7lQ7LF9NCofy62XtQJlYlhRSiKHSKQE1klo9EByYH1O96wv3gIM/s640/blogger-image-755962902.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Those babies you love will grow up, but your arms will never be empty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI28i8kG1YKRaT4v4qMT4PLf4_FKUhDDiVnSpIW3QV0_NbGj2jphxtDWiIvxHaqR3OFhfGf-vw4UM_0Ld2I0gptjzEZBvuUQDKklWPPICE3W6KkGkVvrCa8bhOUpfjU8tl-3oImiPQDw/s640/blogger-image-1783442008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI28i8kG1YKRaT4v4qMT4PLf4_FKUhDDiVnSpIW3QV0_NbGj2jphxtDWiIvxHaqR3OFhfGf-vw4UM_0Ld2I0gptjzEZBvuUQDKklWPPICE3W6KkGkVvrCa8bhOUpfjU8tl-3oImiPQDw/s640/blogger-image-1783442008.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>You will hold and rock babies across the globe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Some You will watch grow, get married, have babies of their own </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwHuaBm4qxjUyt6Ar8-9PhhSTFYzGmZLyihOolC3A7eTnIGqdniyoj9bAOds3E_P4moI7UQB91kzV1x6Z6N5hAEKLYOdotIkZmf3Kqh8uCeYAoKRmzLuEt13cCpfnUStYBLLaL6-yehQ/s640/blogger-image-556325863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwHuaBm4qxjUyt6Ar8-9PhhSTFYzGmZLyihOolC3A7eTnIGqdniyoj9bAOds3E_P4moI7UQB91kzV1x6Z6N5hAEKLYOdotIkZmf3Kqh8uCeYAoKRmzLuEt13cCpfnUStYBLLaL6-yehQ/s640/blogger-image-556325863.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">some you will hold for only a moment, but believe me that moment matters </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-jvpi8uCQBE1BRWc6TDzxFDCAp2Z7eXpnx2ZRFXsVU8c9RQSfZTw7zuQ66cTrAInj4yflDQRJaHEIASKZT2ZZHLzVhVvZeriXwQhHjq4lB7ST31k0O9b8cIE5RKrCgRQJ7WGvNDSa8U/s640/blogger-image--606359720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-jvpi8uCQBE1BRWc6TDzxFDCAp2Z7eXpnx2ZRFXsVU8c9RQSfZTw7zuQ66cTrAInj4yflDQRJaHEIASKZT2ZZHLzVhVvZeriXwQhHjq4lB7ST31k0O9b8cIE5RKrCgRQJ7WGvNDSa8U/s640/blogger-image--606359720.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You'll never believe this! you will witness many babies take their first breaths, you will be the one to find tiny heartbeats, your hands will be the first to touch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7r6vbSZsFnAniRTBJmhU9wWQ7iwmtN4mmxjvxHBzqdqnBnYHgTNAw2goiXWI4f1mr_Np7LCaBaNCMUTRxSSXl0JHsD3t7yxor20zjyqrNZu4ppOjLlQaEsRq-b8wGHVG3tFfgcvSqn4/s640/blogger-image--1948045876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7r6vbSZsFnAniRTBJmhU9wWQ7iwmtN4mmxjvxHBzqdqnBnYHgTNAw2goiXWI4f1mr_Np7LCaBaNCMUTRxSSXl0JHsD3t7yxor20zjyqrNZu4ppOjLlQaEsRq-b8wGHVG3tFfgcvSqn4/s640/blogger-image--1948045876.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Don't take things so seriously, laugh, be silly, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsAqdMJEsgs2cOtb3KhmuQ8_nhKyAy36nYDKQZk17eFKPMTIW5Gd13zTebte7rqvMzTa5fry92e5hlSQN9hGdm-Xp_UqkPfl-G9sZLd036HM5WongBIr_UG0-GzW16KtRu-a4Df0b8wk/s640/blogger-image-1197382871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsAqdMJEsgs2cOtb3KhmuQ8_nhKyAy36nYDKQZk17eFKPMTIW5Gd13zTebte7rqvMzTa5fry92e5hlSQN9hGdm-Xp_UqkPfl-G9sZLd036HM5WongBIr_UG0-GzW16KtRu-a4Df0b8wk/s640/blogger-image-1197382871.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Be creative and adventurous </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6a-ymRBVEKD-Bu9thduARvzzGSdj82vgH-4bc_dpuVfe05zmIeLDq5UOClyDSWd-5Q_6KYBuBihQUUBjh7yQPKDHCrnuArQS97rmNopz3ijxQtkzT92QvBUqZSuwMw07i5W9VeEcV3Q/s640/blogger-image--1743694390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6a-ymRBVEKD-Bu9thduARvzzGSdj82vgH-4bc_dpuVfe05zmIeLDq5UOClyDSWd-5Q_6KYBuBihQUUBjh7yQPKDHCrnuArQS97rmNopz3ijxQtkzT92QvBUqZSuwMw07i5W9VeEcV3Q/s640/blogger-image--1743694390.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Dance, even on those clumsy feet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxa1AySRaxMlMChxsbgf7540aAmxBVkaKiT4kJ61UdDwb0osODPVelrXFHakGZHXACtCFMd0_kKjspwwo6n6-cEUQafra9Hbr6jEREJpfWjTdDn-gBUjMwTBtmQHcFFt1YhGJe-A1Was/s640/blogger-image-266550348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxa1AySRaxMlMChxsbgf7540aAmxBVkaKiT4kJ61UdDwb0osODPVelrXFHakGZHXACtCFMd0_kKjspwwo6n6-cEUQafra9Hbr6jEREJpfWjTdDn-gBUjMwTBtmQHcFFt1YhGJe-A1Was/s640/blogger-image-266550348.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Some days you will win, some you will lose </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSp6QZn0KKf6dO6hTdSppbZagug4iugEGYUPc6XkassO2qnV7FbDsW5Egl8DKiHe2kdh2jZVeJDuovRc79HQmjXZHNqFp4I47ia39J3IGhPW7ycD-JS-xJo9AC7UdI5TEsKSbvniLpUSE/s640/blogger-image--1216758792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSp6QZn0KKf6dO6hTdSppbZagug4iugEGYUPc6XkassO2qnV7FbDsW5Egl8DKiHe2kdh2jZVeJDuovRc79HQmjXZHNqFp4I47ia39J3IGhPW7ycD-JS-xJo9AC7UdI5TEsKSbvniLpUSE/s640/blogger-image--1216758792.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Be brave! </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRYJ8dak3wSnIujx9iMRPd06DfPPRwhxu6q6wN8RtY7JqgfrF1Dqyx66dXa9Rw4HuHkRE9xpXAjiwMFITPmMB1oPVv0jur9WqRQLFV9US18zLUii1FMlOgOJf_NGS13mSW1PL8DTkjFk/s640/blogger-image-2032366613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRYJ8dak3wSnIujx9iMRPd06DfPPRwhxu6q6wN8RtY7JqgfrF1Dqyx66dXa9Rw4HuHkRE9xpXAjiwMFITPmMB1oPVv0jur9WqRQLFV9US18zLUii1FMlOgOJf_NGS13mSW1PL8DTkjFk/s640/blogger-image-2032366613.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Be proud! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvggNek1NZv64skvHPAJB6zJ6C7HMyhR2eWgoUql8oKkJ8leo_R3QCuL3-yAlMWCCWa4N9gUGd3Hsr1aMlgzlDPrT-pu42sEu4Q-0Bsm8HMcxMAfvlewekeBYUtVkTYUhXDGwI79uH8E/s640/blogger-image-659363458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvggNek1NZv64skvHPAJB6zJ6C7HMyhR2eWgoUql8oKkJ8leo_R3QCuL3-yAlMWCCWa4N9gUGd3Hsr1aMlgzlDPrT-pu42sEu4Q-0Bsm8HMcxMAfvlewekeBYUtVkTYUhXDGwI79uH8E/s640/blogger-image-659363458.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Those days you played teacher taught you how to be a leader. You will want to follow, but occasionally take a leadership role, it's good for you. I promise. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYXcm4cCF90lIQVWS67958eRBlD1XNAhf3PXNQm2HuCUidfsz8sCdfy69rMh-cj_unN9zeNwMFj4a0fAu8vaLwQqJuXenFR_WLcuPRQgIMxLVULH6a4oK-_yDi9eE5HmceuRkAYzbVvY/s640/blogger-image--1790391332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYXcm4cCF90lIQVWS67958eRBlD1XNAhf3PXNQm2HuCUidfsz8sCdfy69rMh-cj_unN9zeNwMFj4a0fAu8vaLwQqJuXenFR_WLcuPRQgIMxLVULH6a4oK-_yDi9eE5HmceuRkAYzbVvY/s640/blogger-image--1790391332.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Never ever ever stop singing! You will lead worship, sing in a band, sing in the car...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYnfNhtwdM2DhWXZHovLqjtW06jAqM848958SkotQmZXodOP3Ia-wJsChcIXADhvXlf4AiTtEdWfa-u9QmVcKWFH_j9a-P-nsTxNfuhLGVenR7XVxwa2lGZRgDuOdYrT-nKlggxf54Q0/s640/blogger-image-1413447261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYnfNhtwdM2DhWXZHovLqjtW06jAqM848958SkotQmZXodOP3Ia-wJsChcIXADhvXlf4AiTtEdWfa-u9QmVcKWFH_j9a-P-nsTxNfuhLGVenR7XVxwa2lGZRgDuOdYrT-nKlggxf54Q0/s640/blogger-image-1413447261.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You will play many roles, some for fun (high school musicals!), some out of necessity, you can do hard and beautiful things. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkJhB1_Bbc8hye0JUnoJWokZjiNx0Xvz2Fvmf0YbLC2YjtsgqU2M_PfRd-Z8mHelavhsTBqJVxpjI9dejS4P5KGZgnE__T7a-b9LGvFFkt57rOK0-Wmc3r86mWcbsDnZQLcqXdcctr0w/s640/blogger-image-1900244010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkJhB1_Bbc8hye0JUnoJWokZjiNx0Xvz2Fvmf0YbLC2YjtsgqU2M_PfRd-Z8mHelavhsTBqJVxpjI9dejS4P5KGZgnE__T7a-b9LGvFFkt57rOK0-Wmc3r86mWcbsDnZQLcqXdcctr0w/s640/blogger-image-1900244010.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Practice your nap taking skills, you will need them</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9wIWWDmxl6K_8iQzwHifLhysn2A-DA4FXf46M4Jg1t32OTy-RIhBeEtbHxl9WzBCDzODUvNzn9ZihMWk5wVvUqyelYI78CUWJuAQ9VrOAPNWwozigTPhLyiab14NCN4vkxKhVLA1dSE/s640/blogger-image-503526526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9wIWWDmxl6K_8iQzwHifLhysn2A-DA4FXf46M4Jg1t32OTy-RIhBeEtbHxl9WzBCDzODUvNzn9ZihMWk5wVvUqyelYI78CUWJuAQ9VrOAPNWwozigTPhLyiab14NCN4vkxKhVLA1dSE/s640/blogger-image-503526526.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You will always be allergic to hay, don't let it stop you from being at the barn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRWpOEDZlOHdHLtrw-5In2WMhVDBskYz4Knd44ik5D8FEhOMuLaqR7oq1BJ3kcU2WFl1ZD9R-mAZLrU95PraqxK_WscCQfT8bH0dq0mTn_BuZImyiEuS5-0Y9L0C051sPrsxB2qI_AvM/s640/blogger-image-1851559731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRWpOEDZlOHdHLtrw-5In2WMhVDBskYz4Knd44ik5D8FEhOMuLaqR7oq1BJ3kcU2WFl1ZD9R-mAZLrU95PraqxK_WscCQfT8bH0dq0mTn_BuZImyiEuS5-0Y9L0C051sPrsxB2qI_AvM/s640/blogger-image-1851559731.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Always keep that sweet 4th grader inside you. She's smart and kind and strong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Your adventure is just beginning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Love, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Older you. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-6429731402967010982015-01-28T20:30:00.001-05:002015-01-28T20:44:37.575-05:00Poem -life It's not for the faint of heart.<br />
It's a dance<br />
It's a struggle<br />
It's a gift<br />
It's a box of chocolates<br />
You never know<br />
What you'll get<br />
From first breath<br />
To stillness of heart<br />
Adventures await<br />
Danger<br />
If you dare<br />
To go into the unknown<br />
Walk on the water<br />
Drowning is not an option<br />
Grace goes with<br />
After all this time?<br />
"Always"<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/142/73653F5491CC7AEF729B9D99ED16DC26.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-84042051804444695122015-01-08T17:50:00.001-05:002015-01-08T17:50:01.537-05:00Things changed....I remember what it used to look like. Jumping into a solid team, Bring nervous that I would screw up, or get "fired", being excited, camping out, Carpooling, The pure bliss of being naive. Starry eyed, hopeful, blessed. <div><br></div><div>Then things changed </div><div><br></div><div>I remember it being two of us, organizing things so I was able to quickly respond and read the cues I worked so hard to learn, charting and watching, willing my mind to learn so my hands could one day follow suit. Holding tightly to the robes and following close enough to be covered in the dust. </div><div><br></div><div>Then things changed</div><div><br></div><div>I remember when we became 3. Trying to show the ropes to someone while making sure things got done, learning to share, sometimes being freed up from the chart to catch and sometimes watching the 2 of them work together, handing them what was needed, smiling, watching growth. I remember becoming a team, finding our grove. </div><div><br></div><div>Then things changed</div><div><br></div><div>I remember trying to soak up whatever I could, knowing time was limited, bring brave as a team and doing hard things to prove we could do it instead of relaying on someone to rescue us, I remember looking up and seeing the pride in my mentors face seeing us work. I remember wondering how someone could trust me this much and although I had the skills, I doubted if I had the faith in myself to do it without her. </div><div><br></div><div>Then things changed</div><div><br></div><div>I remember the fear. I remember tears and holding back. I remember not having a choice. I remember those who wrapped their arms and spoke words of light into the darkness. I chose not to remember the darkness spilled into it by others. I remember tough love and putting one foot in front of the other. I remembered to breathe and feel my feet on the floor all, over again</div><div><br></div><div>Then things changed</div><div><br></div><div>I remember grace, I remember butter births and laughter and finding our groove, discovering we were not only surviving, but thriving. I remember feeling proud, and overwhelmed with all at had occurred.</div><div><br></div><div>Then things changed</div><div><br></div><div>I remember transitions being hard, having to be reminded that one can love more then one thing at the same time, I remember happiness, and relief. And realizing that this change wasn't going to be as I expected, and nothing stays the same. Accepting responsibility and finally believing that I knew what I was doing. </div><div><br></div><div>And things will change</div><div><br></div><div>Over and over and over again.</div><div><br></div><div>I will grow, I will become a teacher, I will serve and give up control, (because none of us have any control over anything anyways.) I will have fun! I will not be exhausting but will communicate clearly. </div><div><br></div><div>I will learn to be comfortable in the unknowns. I will trust in the bigger plan and know that everything will work out. Because what God has ordained, he has always seen through. </div><div><br></div><div>By his grace alone is this unworthy mess worthy of this incredible never ending always changing adventure. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-15590709163645872142015-01-07T22:11:00.001-05:002015-01-08T17:07:30.645-05:00SickThere is a time when you have to take charge of a situation. Use your "midwife voice", be clear. <div>There are times you stand down, watching, waiting, quiet, ready if needed. </div><div><br></div><div>There are times you work nonstop for days. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There are times you are trapped at home for a week straight with the flu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There are beautiful days and ugly days,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There are short days and long days </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There are sunny days and days when your car slides sideways down icy hills.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Through it all there is bubble baths and soup and friends and alone time, with the knowing that when the storm passes there will likely be wine. </font></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-44151657606308922432014-11-30T22:23:00.001-05:002014-11-30T22:23:49.685-05:00TransitionBecause of my line of work, I often compare life to the world I'm immersed in, midwifery. So bare with me. <div><br></div><div>I feel like I've spent the past year in endless transition. Rapid changes, the unknown, Contractions close together, piggybacking, intense, puking, trapped. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I've seen that look in many of the mama's faces.</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> They are no longer in their minds, their bodies have taken over. One foot in front of the other, wake up, go through the motions, keep the plates spinning, don't let them break. </span></div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Im living in this juxtaposition though, because although transition is hard, I see such magic in it, transition means a baby will come soon. My mamas are strong, brave, have such Primal beauty. (Yes, because although it is hard there is such beauty). It's that beauty that throws me off. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This year was hard. Really really hard. I'm looking for the beauty. Because I know at the end of all this it's time to push. </span></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-51813926814690732972014-11-27T09:45:00.001-05:002014-11-27T09:45:51.618-05:00Thankful <br />
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I am thankful for those who are serving and are unable to join their loved ones for thanksgiving, I am thankful for the kitchen staff on ships and bases who are working to provide a home-like meal, I am thankful that for many their sailors and soldiers are home today. This is something that I didn't really think about or understand until this year.<br />
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I am thankful for family, silly sisters and cousins and loving parents and sweet baby Ben we all get to love.<br />
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I am thankful for friends who are family, my middle of the night people, my I-need-wine-people, my pedicures and soup people, adventures, and hugs.<br />
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I am thankful for the blessing to be able to do a job I love, for clients who trust and invite me into their lives for nine short months. For babies that cry when they are born and the breath to share with them when they don't. <br />
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Im thankful for repeat clients and their precious families, for big sisters who also want a turn getting their belly measured and like to help find baby's heartbeat. I'm thankful For babies who I've caught who run to me snd give me snuggles. Such sweetness!<br />
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I'm thankful for cozy beds and homes shared by others with me. For music that I can sing loud, for ponies, and paint, and good books.<br />
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I'm thankful for grace Abundant, undeserved mercy, and unending love.<br />
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Happy thanksgiving everyone.<br />
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She thinks about you when she's running up The Hill, or doing burpees, or push ups in bootcamp and wants to quit, but because she remembers that you just pushed out a nearly 10lb baby after a 24 hr labor, she charges up that hill one more time. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know your midwife loves receiving Christmas cards and texts with pictures of your beautiful family. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know your midwife rejoices with you when the ultrasound says it's a boy! It's a girl! It's twins! And when the ultrasound comes up empty and the bleeding starts, she wonders how she will ever say the right words. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know when your baby flips, or your labor is long, or heart tones become non-reassuring and it's time to transport, your midwife puts on her brave face and tries to pave the way for a smooth transition of care, so that you can be treated with respect. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know your midwife will stand by you, even under the judging eyes of hospital staff and her own peers. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know When it takes your midwife a minute too long to find your baby's heartbeat, she feels a lump in her throat, and when she finally finds it, hears angels sing. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know that when the doctor tells you your baby is gone, your midwife holds herself together, and tells you how beautiful and precious your baby is as he/she is laid in your arms one last time, then she goes home, crumples to the floor, and weeps. </div><div><br></div><div>When your baby is slow to transition, and the piercing cry that a baby makes that we are accustomed to hearing on a tv show doesn't come, and seconds seem like hours, she holds her own breath until baby gasps with stimulation. When your baby is even slower to transition she gives her own breath to inflate tiny lungs, feels her feet on the floor and counts a steady rhythm. </div><div><br></div><div>When Your midwife wakes up randomly in the middle of the night, she frantically checks her phone, sees she didn't miss a call and wonders if she woke because across town you are awake wondering, worrying, wishing. </div><div><br></div><div>I want you to know, your midwife questions "why" when these things happen, thinks about quitting, and in the same exact breath, knows she never could. Because the next day another baby will be born, another mama will be made, and grace and mercy will meet, when heaven once again, kisses earth. </div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-49691323627172064472014-10-13T13:01:00.001-04:002014-10-13T13:01:10.934-04:00FullHow was your weekend? Mine was full. Hard. Long. Beautiful. Full. <div><br></div><div>I'll never understand it and I'm figuring out that I don't have to. <div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><br></div><div>I get to witness how strong we truly are in our weakness as a mama goes through a long labor that seems never ending, says she wants to be done, to run away from the sensations in her body, but never quits. Her baby takes her first breath on her chest. The whole room tears up. I am overwhelmed with the moment unfolding in front of me. </div><div><br></div><div>I have to make hard calls and I sometimes have to be the one who says "I'm so sorry" at an early ultrasound, and when the bleeding begins my heart hurts. Each baby matters, even the very, very small. </div><div><br></div><div>I have collegues and friends who work together, who love, who support, who get it. I<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">am surrounded by powerful love. We all are. The world is full of grace and mercy.</span></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-66382413594751140632014-08-06T22:27:00.001-04:002014-08-06T22:27:12.133-04:00"...show me, how big your brave is..."<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Today, while I was unloading the kayak from the car a woman who was sitting in her car struck up a conversation and then said to me "I wish I was brave enough to do that like you" I smiled, and told her "I wish I would have brought the other kayak so she could join me." </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">As I put the kayak into the water I thought to myself, "lady, if you only knew... </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Brave is getting in a kayak, getting in the saddle, running up a big hill. Brave is a 10K in a blizzard. Brave is quitting your reliable paycheck job. Brave is catching babies and supporting mothers and families as they grow. Brave is making phone calls. Brave is being honest. Brave is loving someone even though they will leave. Brave is loving yourself enough to say "no". Brave is saying "yes!" Brave is making decisions that change the course of your life. Brave is holding someone as they take their last breath or their very first. Brave is breathing for someone when they can't. Brave is trusting your team, your heart, your mind. Brave is driving with no destination in mind. Brave is dancing. Brave is taking a chance on love. Brave is letting go if love isn't there. Brave is a motorcycle ride, Brave is going to the dentist. Brave is letting go of that which steals your joy. Brave is dropping off a future sailor. Brave is saying goodbye to a big black dog. Brave is changing a flat tire. Brave is being the biggest girl at bootcamp...</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Yes, random lady at the park, how I wish I could have taken you out on the river, so you could find a piece of brave, in a simple kayak, on a tiny river. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWkpoHDC9ySWlEjQw3aNlVRvBlm7YKQBRsKRMZaiOXSYJAEfiXu8MvFtayyfWr250Mg1rJ10cobsd0rywlySfnusdbTHL_A_oJYHE2JRvOe8V2yQ4Pbt87DVlnK35bBRhcpfSzfG0bTk/s640/blogger-image--283480194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWkpoHDC9ySWlEjQw3aNlVRvBlm7YKQBRsKRMZaiOXSYJAEfiXu8MvFtayyfWr250Mg1rJ10cobsd0rywlySfnusdbTHL_A_oJYHE2JRvOe8V2yQ4Pbt87DVlnK35bBRhcpfSzfG0bTk/s640/blogger-image--283480194.jpg"></a></div><br></div><p></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-24333879601689078292014-07-17T08:53:00.001-04:002014-07-26T20:41:27.088-04:00What does a midwife do?A midwife cooks scrambled eggs<div>Dances and sways </div><div>Puts cold cloths on your head</div><div>Fixes your ponytail </div><div>Snuggles in bed</div><div>Tells you:</div><div> "you are strong"</div><div>"You are brave"</div><div>"You are listening to your body"</div><div>Puts water and honey to your lips </div><div>Says drink</div><div>Converses with you on the toilet between contractions </div><div>Silently holds the space</div><div>Naps on your couch, your floor, your toddler bed </div><div>Holds your hand</div><div>Holds your puke bucket </div><div>Doesn't flinch about body fluids </div><div>Supports your decision to transfer </div><div>Goes to ultrasounds and holds your hand when the news is devistating </div><div>Wraps you in warm blankets and love </div><div>Gently guides your baby into your arms </div><div>Steps back as baby takes it's first breath </div><div>Smiles </div><div>Is grateful for the opportunity to serve </div><div>To witness </div><div> A midwife eats dinner in the bathtub then falls into bed</div><div>Waiting for the phone to ring again </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-11697612144237049872014-07-03T12:09:00.001-04:002014-07-26T20:41:52.573-04:00GraceAs much as last year's theme was "Brave" this year the key word is <div><br></div><div>GRACE</div><div><br></div><div>Grace for myself</div><div>Grace for those who love me</div><div>Grace for those who speak before they know </div><div>Grace for my colleagues </div><div>Grace for those who will never understand</div><div>Grace for those who hurt</div><div>Grace for those who are hurting</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Running a practice is not for the faint of heart.</div><div>But it's worth it, </div><div>every day, </div><div>every mama, </div><div>every baby. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92ui0cbOjsPNFRR_As6EZpXU_a3WzWZf6CSZ5t5ctSsoGZPxqgIdwpCIiHC6cEg5wQLqnBgYeKTl0EJNRLZ7tbFnZqHxixtPO-Bru5OXHagYSMjEw4uHnBUKgCOVxk-p49I5nWgNk_tM/s640/blogger-image-257316724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92ui0cbOjsPNFRR_As6EZpXU_a3WzWZf6CSZ5t5ctSsoGZPxqgIdwpCIiHC6cEg5wQLqnBgYeKTl0EJNRLZ7tbFnZqHxixtPO-Bru5OXHagYSMjEw4uHnBUKgCOVxk-p49I5nWgNk_tM/s640/blogger-image-257316724.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-18485323493909692782014-05-19T22:18:00.001-04:002014-05-19T22:18:24.090-04:00Circles...Sometimes <div>I get stuck </div><div>in my thoughts,</div><div>they circle around <div>and tell me I'm no good. </div></div><div>Around </div><div>And </div><div>Around </div><div>A</div><div>Round</div><div><br></div><div>STOP! </div><div><br></div><div>And I remember </div><div>To count my blessings: </div><div><br></div><div>A Soccer game huddled under blankets</div><div>Hot tea </div><div>Comedians on tv </div><div>Full homes </div><div>Silly boys </div><div>Ponies </div><div>A@@ kicking workouts that make me feel strong </div><div>Mini trips "up north" to check on babies and mamas </div><div>Bright eyed smiling Amish babies </div><div>Sister time</div><div>A not so slimy but still frozen pool</div><div>Sunshine </div><div>Notes left in the counter </div><div>Serving others </div><div>Singing loud </div><div>Couch naps </div><div>The weight of a newborn sleeping on my chest </div><div>A friend's successes as an author </div><div>Letters from bootcamp </div><div>A day off</div><div>A job that I love </div><div>Dinner with my mama </div><div>Hour long phone call with a friend </div><div>Words </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Love says STOP! </div><div>And Grace </div><div>Grabs </div><div>Tight </div><div>Shouts </div><div>Shakes </div><div><br></div><div>Whispers </div><div>And I am once again in awe of how, even though I don't deserve it, Grace is everywhere. </div><div>And maybe... </div><div>Just maybe </div><div>I should show myself a portion of the grace I give to others. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-9032536217756632442014-04-10T22:49:00.001-04:002014-04-12T01:27:26.593-04:00Let the adventure begin...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The first midwifery supply most student/apprentices purchase is a watch with a second hand. Why? Because one of the first skills you learn is counting out fetal heart tones. Eventually you learn what normal sounds like and can pretty accurately determine what the heart rate is without counting, but even seasoned midwives pull out the watch when they detect a variation from normal. I held back tears tonight when I opened a gift from "the boss" and saw: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVajcatPfXpQ9cQYF1BLt2BgqM5Pd8H5_yO_ezX6KryXnalH_dDTgF5U-zyCvTQ7ZkchU-RGYKE9C0P8X_hxNHbYYErkFV5j2Lwfp7UNuPnR7Rg16Q6MJuHaG8yibLZRMFhKcmA5mgYQ/s640/blogger-image-1963725367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQVajcatPfXpQ9cQYF1BLt2BgqM5Pd8H5_yO_ezX6KryXnalH_dDTgF5U-zyCvTQ7ZkchU-RGYKE9C0P8X_hxNHbYYErkFV5j2Lwfp7UNuPnR7Rg16Q6MJuHaG8yibLZRMFhKcmA5mgYQ/s640/blogger-image-1963725367.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's a familiar tool; the comforting ticking in the darkness, the reassuring overlapping rhythmic thump-thump beating heart of a baby soon to be born. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As I begin my first year as primary midwife under-supervision I will do so surrounded by mama and baby duos who will teach me many things, new and old preceptors and colleagues who will share their wisdom and serve along side me, the voice of "the boss" echoing in my ears, and with the weight of a familiar tool in my pocket grounding me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm ready for this adventure. </div></span></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-61635286641143268492014-03-29T19:36:00.001-04:002014-03-30T08:18:24.186-04:00Majestic Tour<div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw_dbiE8tXmIjXa6e_jTIEfCe1c7xcAl629L2QPcQAP7z38yT5Hp4kGV_t5XeohSfCRcgxUPXCw_hyZeTL59unoAFxD877wnnoH6yqb3Bt9pFDGpE7JuMQ9NNNGxdsvPg_JqKftknkgY/s640/blogger-image--887812213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw_dbiE8tXmIjXa6e_jTIEfCe1c7xcAl629L2QPcQAP7z38yT5Hp4kGV_t5XeohSfCRcgxUPXCw_hyZeTL59unoAFxD877wnnoH6yqb3Bt9pFDGpE7JuMQ9NNNGxdsvPg_JqKftknkgY/s640/blogger-image--887812213.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yesterday I worked as a runner for a Kari Jobe concert. It was a really interesting day. Doing laundry and airport runs and pizza delivery, oh my! It was amazing to see all the behind the scenes work that goes into a show and lots of fun to have an all access pass. I met so many interesting people! I told a friend I had never been more excited to go to Meijer when they sent me to buy face wash :) </span><div><br></div><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-5B2JpdhHU4Bh06Kuk0nMMlZKLgU7FNdbePCwDsL5L6xx6SG5W9hRK6QugapGf9kRVDVoiQ6NVmqTyIpU71iks4pV4SvrMGSYx0PttTfr_vNSp9pstlRkY5wrKuBzHsCEkNrd7s9hhA/s640/blogger-image--1974242424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-5B2JpdhHU4Bh06Kuk0nMMlZKLgU7FNdbePCwDsL5L6xx6SG5W9hRK6QugapGf9kRVDVoiQ6NVmqTyIpU71iks4pV4SvrMGSYx0PttTfr_vNSp9pstlRkY5wrKuBzHsCEkNrd7s9hhA/s640/blogger-image--1974242424.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I got to spend some significant time with Warren Barfield when I drove him to retrieve a car. He's a really great guy. (Let's not talk about the fact that I didn't know who he was until later lol) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvLB7jguO032x344rpXm-rLDruVLG2prtetn_nFWQSnQfrz5fIsOTd2UM3kR23PoWFHFBFCkGgT10hPTN_eGXCdAb9XZQpakTIpd5LtSbAD4XFlgQE5yFT6Zz6DebyFZAwKPda9voIW8/s640/blogger-image-1345231436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvLB7jguO032x344rpXm-rLDruVLG2prtetn_nFWQSnQfrz5fIsOTd2UM3kR23PoWFHFBFCkGgT10hPTN_eGXCdAb9XZQpakTIpd5LtSbAD4XFlgQE5yFT6Zz6DebyFZAwKPda9voIW8/s640/blogger-image-1345231436.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I also found myself driving one of the bus drivers (who was hysterical!) his girlfriend just got back from touring Europe with Beyoncé. What an interesting life these guys live! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWuHc6tn19SnAOKESWrGsemDC3NJ2SvUhsK2NziXL5daonP5ZEDOcCL_RWUCRdZiwjZ15y1oogAIfUn40_hm3SRdwTYhEc9h41GBoMu37PENNE2SoKiYbCu9oHm0-TcG5cGKtZudRbdo/s640/blogger-image-1311862514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWuHc6tn19SnAOKESWrGsemDC3NJ2SvUhsK2NziXL5daonP5ZEDOcCL_RWUCRdZiwjZ15y1oogAIfUn40_hm3SRdwTYhEc9h41GBoMu37PENNE2SoKiYbCu9oHm0-TcG5cGKtZudRbdo/s640/blogger-image-1311862514.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">During the concert Kari did her new song "I am not alone". loved it! She introduced it by sharing the story of her friend's baby who was born too soon and lived 40minutes. This midwife heart of mine connected instantly, then she said the song was based on a scripture from Isaiah... When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, when you go through the fire you will not be consumed" Isaiah 43:2. </span></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSFsSS7fgtccMP5dD5cG3d8L4u4dBHkZmcD7Iy57CBT1BwIjIv1Txf2riDL3MMHd5vEsTrRC30gXeKVe-F__NEztLb_L9gxcb9tcKtcOa6__GERm9LcpVrDZPjXDbZlO5mtRQ0RQ6Mt4/s640/blogger-image--1577239523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSFsSS7fgtccMP5dD5cG3d8L4u4dBHkZmcD7Iy57CBT1BwIjIv1Txf2riDL3MMHd5vEsTrRC30gXeKVe-F__NEztLb_L9gxcb9tcKtcOa6__GERm9LcpVrDZPjXDbZlO5mtRQ0RQ6Mt4/s640/blogger-image--1577239523.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I wear it on my wrist, an anchor to remind me. I named my buisness in reference to that verse... Hit to the feels lol. I was supposed to be guarding a door but I found myself squatting down against the wall with tears flowing. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">God's grace is abundant. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">(Thanks for the use of the midwife mobile Wendy!) <br></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></span></div></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-21042042649938114462014-03-02T14:25:00.001-05:002014-03-02T14:57:32.730-05:00Celebrate....March 4th... <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It does get easier. "They" are right about that whomever "they" are. But snowy March and a chilly fall day in September are still hard. My arms feel empty, my heart breaks all over again, my mind wonders; </span><div><div><br></div><div>Who is she today? </div><div>Is she safe?</div><div>Is she happy? </div><div>Does her mama know what a gift she is? </div><div><br></div><div>I remember the weight of her tiny body on my chest, her newborn baby smell, the breeze blowing through the soft dark hair on her head. </div><div><br></div><div>I mourn</div><div>I cry</div><div>I bake cake </div><div>I light candles and sing "happy birthday"</div><div><br></div><div>I celebrate </div><div><br></div><div>You see this mama heart not only aches for the daughter that God gave me to hold for a short time and know for 6 months and love for a lifetime. It celebrates;</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div>I'll <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">light the candles in honor of a 4 year old who stole my heart, who was named and loved. </span></div><div><br></div><div>I'll also celebrate </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of prayers answered in ways that seemed opposite of what I wanted, but are exactly the answers I needed. </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of babies to love for a short time or for their whole lives. </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of foster babies reunited with their mamas</div><div><br></div><div>The gift of the laughter of waiting children in orphanages </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of tiny babies in the womb whom never took a breath on earth</div><div><br></div><div>The gift of wombs full of life and wombs that are empty</div><div><br></div><div>The gift of babies born at home in water and those born in hospital rooms, the very definition of what strong is. </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of babies that pass through my hands into their mothers arms </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of an 11year old who were not supposed to be able to walk or live to be 5, riding her first bike. </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of a strong little boy who beats the odds every day with each beat of his super heart. </div><div><br></div><div>The gift of big grinned boy born on the day of peace, that is the definition of living fully into the beauty of bittersweet. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This year as the wax drips and melts the frosting-purple this year because she is 4. I celebrate the gift of motherhood. I honor those who have mothered me and those whom God has given me to mother, if only for a moment. Because it matters.</div><div><br></div><div>"the word mother is more powerful when used as a verb than as a noun. All woman are not mothers, but all women are called to mother. To mother is to nurture, to train, to educate, to rear. As daughters of Eve all women are uniquely gifted to help others in their lives become more of who they truly are -- to encourage, nurture, and mothers them toward who they truly are" -Stasi Eldredge, Captivating. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Happy Birthday Isabella Esperanza Maria! </div><div>Whose name means "God is my oath and hope in this sea of bitterness" </div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BXoyhD5vf3OHUMEigCMnP4mLT59Z08EMj5DJySmDgn1IqKlUbkeRZmToDgTsopYLJFN0j19WeKye8ukO-zPNLx00G-oz_W16rr7Wvx3yurA8nohm8McnTcwrupbtoDtWZGoJaq813O0/s640/blogger-image--1798685339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BXoyhD5vf3OHUMEigCMnP4mLT59Z08EMj5DJySmDgn1IqKlUbkeRZmToDgTsopYLJFN0j19WeKye8ukO-zPNLx00G-oz_W16rr7Wvx3yurA8nohm8McnTcwrupbtoDtWZGoJaq813O0/s640/blogger-image--1798685339.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(Type Isabella in the search box to read more about her story)</div></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-11079595833411209652014-02-22T17:47:00.001-05:002014-02-22T17:53:27.455-05:00On finding my midwife voice<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXY9dAdL3_gI2vjZsNGwQi7njrXVdfgS2_Ryj4eFt-Gp7x_Qk_VjTXjs5IxzYAqv-YocKT4cgXT3ibmS12vbhYQedna5gsEvkXvWw9IAAIejN0ijm3U3m1W0gJ02ToRQgjLuL7XrNumw/s640/blogger-image--2062564264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXY9dAdL3_gI2vjZsNGwQi7njrXVdfgS2_Ryj4eFt-Gp7x_Qk_VjTXjs5IxzYAqv-YocKT4cgXT3ibmS12vbhYQedna5gsEvkXvWw9IAAIejN0ijm3U3m1W0gJ02ToRQgjLuL7XrNumw/s640/blogger-image--2062564264.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">50 days. I love my job, there is nothing like it. Cords and molding, water, sweat, tears, cries and pouty lips, heaviness, being forever connected by the holy moment when heaven kisses earth. Still and calm, loud and strong. Brave and beauty. Life doesn't look like I imagined it but I am still so overwhelmingly blessed. </div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-78691348935966357392014-02-17T22:42:00.001-05:002014-02-19T08:08:29.742-05:00February updateIt's probably not a good thing but I'm practically vomit in my mouth shaky nervous for a few of my midwifery colleagues who are taking the NARM exam this week. I'm nervous for them... I know how important dreams are. <div><br></div><div><br><div>As for an update on me, honestly I'm struggling. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Life is gonna be different in 56 days, so many things are up in the air, and it's almost March. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It feels like I'm treading water, kicking hard to stay afloat and sometimes going under for a moment too long, lungs burning and then having to take a giant stinging breath, not knowing when I'll surface again. </span></div><div><br></div><div>I'm learning a lot, I'm excited and have so much happy in my life but there is fear and grief too. So many big feelings that I feel like a toddler trying to work it out. Im learning to trust and to discern and to love and be loved. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm holding on and I'll keep kicking my feet for as long as I can. </div></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-8745055884978764372014-02-04T08:12:00.001-05:002014-02-04T08:12:14.531-05:00CampingI've always wanted to go camping. Real camping. In a tent. On the ground. I pictured a serene location with trees or maybe a tent pitched on the sand, where the waves could lull me to sleep. This past week I got excited for a potential "camping trip" in a tent, a city of tents. I Dreamt about being In the heat, with the familiar rooster calls through the night, tricycle sputters and jeepney horns. The cry of new life. I didn't realize how much I wanted to go until I was faced with grieving the loss of the opportunity. I'm standing on the promises that things work out how they are supposed to but it's still a bitter disappointment. Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-39592733305567371732014-01-30T21:24:00.001-05:002014-01-30T21:24:06.267-05:00Psalm 121<div>In bible study we are encouraged to rewrite each psalm we cover in Stepping Up, by Beth Moore. It reminds me of the Touched By an Angel Episode: the 151st Psalm. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Psalm 121</div><div><br></div><div>Even when my heart breaks, fear overwhelms me, and the sidewalk I run is slick with ice and snow. I look to you-- you hold me, cover me, and are the yak traxs on my feet. </div><div><br></div><div>When babies flip and navel chiefs call and my world turns upside-down; you place wisdom in my mind, laughter in my heart and open my eyes to how much love I'm surrounded by. </div><div><br></div><div>You make me brave. </div><div><br></div><div>We stay up late together and you sing me to sleep. I know you keep guard through the darkness of night. </div><div><br></div><div>You know where I am, you know where I'm going (it's better then I can begin to imagine!) and you are there now and forevermore. </div><div><br></div><div>Amen </div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-8455090383165792742014-01-07T21:28:00.001-05:002014-01-07T21:28:22.418-05:00Happy place...<div>The shores of Lake Michigan, the copper-bottomed clear water of Presque Isle, the porch swing of a children's home in Guatemala. Being surrounded by the concrete walls of a church in the Philippines, the holy moment as a baby emerges and takes it's first breath, the sacred space of the head squeeze, wrapped in the love of a friend's hug, trust. Walking into the unknown with head held high. Bravery of others trickling down. The dusty earth caking my riding boots, the wind. A chapel surrounded by a stained glass cloud of witnesses. Miracle babies. </div><div>Words spoken and written, giant bathtubs filled to the brim with bubbles, the sweet smell of a sweaty baby head laying on my chest, wrapped in soft colors. laughter, dancing with abandon, the rare runner's high, Tires. Slurpees on a hot summer's day, tears, prayer-answered, unanswered, and unspoken, a church organ, the drum beat, naps in the sunshine, warm rains. Singing loud. The weight of mercy. The depth of grace. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxexiOvEQGQm6v-DpP46wWCH0Gvw7HBmBlHXb1en6rv6pzyiftb37AiYf90SYJ07u1UPi3B9z9ivMVenUSLkyJVKo5a6P5i9rBYt9Tf5M2EdX8bBS1mGk1BdHifSKDF1-w5woaS0q11I/s640/blogger-image--486220893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxexiOvEQGQm6v-DpP46wWCH0Gvw7HBmBlHXb1en6rv6pzyiftb37AiYf90SYJ07u1UPi3B9z9ivMVenUSLkyJVKo5a6P5i9rBYt9Tf5M2EdX8bBS1mGk1BdHifSKDF1-w5woaS0q11I/s640/blogger-image--486220893.jpg"></a></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-21647430512862164562014-01-01T16:40:00.001-05:002014-01-01T22:05:25.251-05:002014I'm ready to see what this year brings. I'm excited and a tiny bit scared, but ready. I'm so blessed to be covered in love and prayers and surrounded by cheerleaders. <div><br></div><div>Here is a glimpse of 2014 "bucket list"</div><div><br></div><div><div>2014 Bucket List</div><div><br></div><div>Write more </div><div>Blog more </div><div>Be intentional </div><div>Serve our clients with wisdom and love</div><div>Keep up with Brandy on a run </div><div>2nd goal weight by summer </div><div>3rd goal weight by end of year </div><div>Half Marathon </div><div>First pedicure </div><div>Kayak </div><div>Dance class </div><div>Go dancing </div><div>Karaoke Bar with friends (for my birthday maybe) </div><div>Go to the Dentist </div><div>Go to the Beach often </div><div>Holland</div><div>Ski/snowboard </div><div>Maintain $1,000 in savings </div><div>Marquette </div><div>Canter </div><div>Do 300 set with 15lb weights</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Be happy (live fully) </span></div><div>Participate in an Extreme trail race </div><div>Camp in a tent </div><div>Try Aerial arts </div><div>Overnight in Chicago (to watch graduation online and see Wendy off to FL) </div><div>Do 5 Handstand push ups </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-37731356725642039802014-01-01T16:34:00.001-05:002014-01-01T16:34:04.025-05:002013<div><br></div>There are no words to describe this year, but I'll try anyways. 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(Goodbye bogie)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxOUZemP7ceETr093qny0pXMI55ILgqsSWQ3ZXtszMDicGqYQixTD7dHlnH1h2dptRcf4ho75gbgQ9WGUolBdTxN1AaINIFwiQlLlvNs8HRNVwvq87s2XxxgsQg5yzqaI0UA4z1MVAd4/s640/blogger-image-1135958960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxOUZemP7ceETr093qny0pXMI55ILgqsSWQ3ZXtszMDicGqYQixTD7dHlnH1h2dptRcf4ho75gbgQ9WGUolBdTxN1AaINIFwiQlLlvNs8HRNVwvq87s2XxxgsQg5yzqaI0UA4z1MVAd4/s640/blogger-image-1135958960.jpg"></a></div>Sometimes a new life takes it's first breath in your hands and sometimes an old soul's final breath happens in your hands. Both moments are sacred, holy, beyond words. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywE_1_OG2aXHfMIF2dZmYI_LTAjFEsYVt3syDR-sZj15aD4aSZHFEBaGKDEE_JvRdWqvOC2oFv6RDk9LgHEK-KzsMIANfIcEyJ2JPZEZBjyGEOOx85GpAKk7GKlBAXi7hWGY_bDpjXc4/s640/blogger-image-910447112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywE_1_OG2aXHfMIF2dZmYI_LTAjFEsYVt3syDR-sZj15aD4aSZHFEBaGKDEE_JvRdWqvOC2oFv6RDk9LgHEK-KzsMIANfIcEyJ2JPZEZBjyGEOOx85GpAKk7GKlBAXi7hWGY_bDpjXc4/s640/blogger-image-910447112.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>My heart is sad tonight for the loss of a friend who loved unconditionally, who saw the world through physically blind eyes but trusted and adapted with a gentle spirit. My heart is sad for his human who loved him and had to make a hard decision. My heart is grateful for a kind vet and a God that promises that we never leave his hands even if it hurts. Even if it sucks. Even if it's hard. <3 <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh08gRwua28UYWgbc6yv7L7cCxPBR5-kB9WyVcqYfmPB6qVKJkSBh66ztI8t24-iiLR8lZPBwqwHsy_B5mTN1t6ul8YzQbgQcuLKUWgVu2iLJ0gD3UaHWxsYKdUjem_DyyKEz9_MnO-V8/s640/blogger-image-1391459584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh08gRwua28UYWgbc6yv7L7cCxPBR5-kB9WyVcqYfmPB6qVKJkSBh66ztI8t24-iiLR8lZPBwqwHsy_B5mTN1t6ul8YzQbgQcuLKUWgVu2iLJ0gD3UaHWxsYKdUjem_DyyKEz9_MnO-V8/s640/blogger-image-1391459584.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank you Bogie, Rest in peace, you are loved. </div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-17581271531798177012013-12-03T18:18:00.001-05:002013-12-03T18:18:40.127-05:00It's a _______ life!Weird<div>Amazing</div><div>Terrifying</div><div>Joyfull</div><div>Full</div><div>Sleep deprived</div><div>Life giving</div><div>Blessed </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNubCkvaUeRQ0Y0ZL-VNzTgm5X19fs6J6EwN04zxbmIomCy2xAW9RbbBCSAARx2gO2wnXkZ5joBvjoB5RDlWKh7MU4CA4N23NtUt1SiC93vspb3IKSdRlC3vGNFBrksWgbMyS8JRO7fgs/s640/blogger-image-295806298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNubCkvaUeRQ0Y0ZL-VNzTgm5X19fs6J6EwN04zxbmIomCy2xAW9RbbBCSAARx2gO2wnXkZ5joBvjoB5RDlWKh7MU4CA4N23NtUt1SiC93vspb3IKSdRlC3vGNFBrksWgbMyS8JRO7fgs/s640/blogger-image-295806298.jpg"></a></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849845122622187479.post-84278964387475737082013-11-18T20:55:00.001-05:002013-11-18T21:08:45.707-05:0050<div>I have witnessed 50 babies enter the world and cry out using their wet lungs for the first time. 50 holy moments where heaven touched earth and families were made. And oh how my heart sings! </div><div><br></div><div>The magnitude of this job is indescribable. The honor of entering into the sacred and being trusted to hold the space. Meconium and blood, vomit and bile, tears and waters. I am so blessed.</div><div><br></div><div>Today as baby #50 inched her way past the perineum into my waiting hands, The Boss' eyes met mine and we smiled. I remembered my first births, watching the senior apprentice and The Boss share that same look and smile, the knowing that the baby was coming, the excitement. I remember waiting for the day that it would be my turn. </div><div><br></div><div>What a wild ride! Now as we count down births until The Boss heads off on a new adventure, I am stuck in the bittersweet. I'm so proud of her and excited for her but am going to miss her. Like the song says "you're gonna miss this" I'm gonna miss sharing these sticky, sweaty, wet, tired, laughter, miracle filled days with her across the birth pool. </div><div><br></div><div>What an adventure this life has turned out to be and so full of gifts each day. Powerful. Holy. Friendship. "The rabbi" may be leaving for a while but she has blessed me with a circle of friends I will forever thankful for (you know who you are and thank you for your friendship I am so lucky you guys have taken me into your circle) and will be leaving me "covered in her slime". (Backstory here http://courtneyblackwell.blogspot.com/2013/02/dust.html?m=1) </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmzy24TICok4-S9mXMS9y_WEjtoWDnsUcLcJsMB9bHp2My3j9aO4aTALMhLVBaYAIUpN8IruskfRCoidWDFzf91yV_ePvu4H2LEi9yxZOof3GsbJABTpHpMqKQ1Sj9l_1l63kZ-TLyv8/s640/blogger-image--1890104147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmzy24TICok4-S9mXMS9y_WEjtoWDnsUcLcJsMB9bHp2My3j9aO4aTALMhLVBaYAIUpN8IruskfRCoidWDFzf91yV_ePvu4H2LEi9yxZOof3GsbJABTpHpMqKQ1Sj9l_1l63kZ-TLyv8/s640/blogger-image--1890104147.jpg"></a></div>Courtney Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558363950156455957noreply@blogger.com0