Happiness

I give up What I want For what God wants- Which is oh so much better.

Christ and His Father Amazed At their Love, Power, Strength, Humility, Kindness, Meekness, Gentleness, Perfectness. Though strong Yet they are meek. And in their Meekness Is their Strength. Relying not On themselves But on their Faith.

The Positive Pregnancy Test I was Positive It would be negative I felt not much Different. The world was turning  Like normal. The house was quiet- Still waking up From a deep sleep. But there it was- Positive. Positive that there Would be A change To my heart To our lives To our future. A very positive Positive. Negative The changes started  And I didn't know What to do. There was  No test to take. No- You are losing this baby Or... This baby will be just fine. You over did it. You need to rest. Or... This baby wasn't quite ready yet. To come to this world Of joy and pain. Of where "You're having a baby!" Turned into "You're having a miscarriage." When it really should be- "You're having a lesson." An earthly, spiritual lesson.

There is an  Opposition To all things Light Dark Happy Sad Loneliness Friendship Joblessness Employment Love Hate Blessings Cursings Strengths Weaknesses All roll into one  To make us whole We are both- Opposites.

Family. The nucleus of Heaven Sent to Earth. Father, Mother, Sister, Brother. They breathe Heavenly breaths of Eternity.

Nestled The Baby Nestled it's Warm head Into my soft Shoulder. It's soft, downy  Hair brushed My cheek, The weight Of his bum Settled in My upturned hand. I felt Grounded, Settled & At peace.

Thump. Thump. Thump. The little baby is tapping At the door of my womb. Saying "hello" "I am here" "hello" Not the loud thumps Or bangs or crashes Of the third trimester But the tiny pushes And flips and turns Of the second. Letting me know That I am not alone. That I am carrying within A sweet and small Tender package A package sent with Love and Hope And Faith.

My Grandma Cera with Molly and I (I am on the Right) Last Friday morning, on Oct. 18th, early in the morning and a little less than a year than when my Grandpa passed, my Maternal Grandmother, Grandma Evelyn Frances Cera, took her last breath in the company of her only son and slipped from this life into Eternity. I will always treasure and cherish her and the sweet memories that I have of her. She was the sweetest, and sometimes spunkiest, Grandma. She cared about her family deeply and spent much time thinking, talking about and serving them. Although she lived in Wisconsin her whole life and we lived- for the most part- on the other side of the continent, a wedding or vacation would bring us together. She mailed out Birthday and Christmas Cards- complete with a handwritten letter- faithfully. We lived near her when we were little and I have sweet memories of that time. Grandma, I love you and will miss you dearly. I wish I could have called you and told you I loved you one mo...

   Asher and a Playdough Monster  Good Valentine Reads Upon Awakening The Dream Still clings Like the Lingering smell Of Garlic and Onion Or like an old sweater, Worn and tattered. I try to shake The smell, The fell, The taste But it stays Past noon. -I've been busy- subbing in 2nd grade for a teacher who went home with a sore throat and ended up in the hospital for 3 days. She e-mailed her sub plans from her i-phone (go technology!) each night to another team teacher and I would get them 5-7 minutes before class started. I would prep for until recess and at recess I would prep for until lunch and at lunch I would prep until the end of the day. Luckily her class was super good and made it pretty easy for me. Today they were going on a field trip and I was slated to go, but am now staying home with Jonah who may have Strep Throat. I'm learning to be oh so flexible as a sub! -Valentines Day is actually my favorite Holiday, although Christmas comes i...

My throat tickles His throat hurts. I cough, I stammer. He coughs, He stammers. We are sick, He and I It's pajama day.

Asher 1/24/11 His eyelashes Were Soft Like Feathers They tickled My thumb And touched My heart. This is my blog. My name is Megan Abbott.

As the car, Laden heavily with hope, Children, luggage And boxes Crossed the State Line And into this Arid land we now Call home, The future Beckoned and The bright sun Settled in for the night. We were in the desert And I had Returned home. This is my blog. My name is Megan Abbott.

At the Doctors. Hoping. Praying. Expectant. Due in June. A June bug baby. On the screen. At the monitor. An empty sac. The empty sac Was just like My Heart. Empty. A miscarriage. Again. I stood and turned And left, Walking past the Swollen bellies In the waiting room. Swollen with waiting Waiting for something I wouldn't have. At least not right now. Tears slipped down my cheeks, My heart was swollen with grief Yet my womb was empty. Again. This is my blog. My name is Megan Abbott.

April is officially Poetry Month and before April is over, I would like to share a poem or two with you. This one is dedicated to LIFE: Some Days Some days Are glorious Like rainbows Sparkling And rain falling Softly amongst the dew. The whole world Seems to smile, Filled with light and joy- A reflecting pool Of inner joy and happiness. This is my blog. My name is Megan Abbott.

I want to write and read and nap and discuss and eat chocolate. and write and walk then run free to be myself, free to explore all venues and adventures, leaving behind me, in a trail of cool dust and forgotten memories the mistakes of my past, the failed hopes, once shiny and new, lost and forgotten to be replaced with a blazing new trail of hope and dreams and sparkly stars that glitter with health and joy prosperity and lead me on to a beauty never known before

This morning I went to the MVA this morning to register our van and get a new Maryland license. Aunt Ellen- Auntie Em- as her family calls her- graciously watched the kids for me. I was in and out in about two hours and got the van's plates and my new license! Everyone was happy- I think they had a little two much chocolate last night- besides a few disgruntled applicants. Happy Halloween, by the way! Overall, my visit to the MVA- not DMV went very successfully and ended with a "Welcome to Maryland" by a sweet MVA worker. I had never had someone say that to me and felt very welcomed! The kids went to trunk or treat last night and a good time was had by all. We will be going out again tonight and I hope to post pictures tommorow. In other news, I may be blogging only on Mon, Wed and Fridays (poor crazy picture day Thursday get left out in the cold!) I have been busy with Halloween and my therapy. New issues that I am dealing with seem again too much for a blog. Let me just...