My Crazy, Beautiful Life

So, imagine my surprise when I get out a thumb drive to put some pictures on to go get printed out and find a journal my mom was writing to Anabeth. I have barely stopped crying and mostly because Charlotte walked in and I knew she wouldn't understand. I have printed it out for Anabeth to be able to read and know just how much she was loved by her Mimi! This is what she had written... My baby girl, where do I begin? It's June 12, 2008 and I get a picture of you for the first time.   I can hear your heart beat and see your tiny body move.   We are all excited and looking forward to meeting you.   It's not long after and I get to see you again.   This time I can even count your fingers and see your arms and legs.   The doctor tells us, "It's a girl!"   You're so special! Gosh!   It's already October and I get one final glimpse before you're born. Although you're all curled up in a ball; now, I can clearly see your nose, mouth, feet and

Charlotte's story began in May of 2014 when I found out I was pregnant and got a glimpse of God's sense of humor. I had literally just sold all of my baby stuff in April because my daughter was now 5 and I hadn't convinced my husband to have another baby. In August, I went for what was supposed to be my one and only high risk doctor visit. My husband and I realized something wasn't right when the ultrasound technician kept looking hard at the screen and repositioning the scanner. When she didn't say much and left to get the doctor, we really got nervous. The doctor came in and after looking at her pictures and scanning my belly himself, he asked if this was a wanted pregnancy or if abortion was an option before we went any further. That is not a good thing to ask an emotional, pregnant woman! He couldn't tell us exactly what was wrong, but they were thinking she had some intestinal obstruction. Unfortunately, I wasn't a stranger to rare diseases

I have wanted to share some things about abortion for a while, but it never seemed like the right time. I wanted to share this for those who have thought about abortion, are considering abortion, think they'll never have one, and eventually for my daughters. There are things that abortion clinics and churches aren't willing to share about abortion and some they can't share unless they have personally had one. The churches, in general, don't seem to want share the very important fact that you won't, in fact, go to hell if you have had or decide to have an abortion. Jesus will still love you despite your decision, just like all of the other sins humans commit. Abortion is equal to adultery in the eyes of Jesus. There isn't a scale of which sins are worse. The only unredeemable sin is not believing in and loving God. You also have a right to grieve the loss of your baby, whether it was something you wanted to do, or something you felt you had to do. This grievin

As usual, I have controversial opinions on lots of things, but recently, there has been an uproar over the marches that have gone on since Trump came into office. So many are asking why they're necessary and reducing participants to whiny snowflakes. The problem with that is if they were snowflakes, by the definition of fragile and easily upset, they wouldn't be marching. They would stay home and just send thoughts and prayers that the problems would just disappear. We have had a women's march as well as a march for lives. I hear that there's no reason for a women's march as women are treated equally and therefore have no right to complain. This is just not true. Women are not treated equally, despite progress that has been made. Most of the women that were marching weren't marching for themselves, but for those that aren't able because they're not treated as an individual. There are still many industries, in our own country, that don't pay or hire