I cannot believe I gave birth to Honor 9 weeks ago. Time has flown by so quickly. As I shared before, Honor came exactly two weeks early. Her birth coincided with just the beginning of this pandemic. Although it was earlier than we thought, she came right on time. Read more to find out how!
Honor’s story cannot be told without mentioning that I sat for the California bar exam while pregnant with her. Though it was incredibly difficult to spend my entire pregnancy studying (literally from the very beginning until four weeks before I had Honor), I am happy to share that I passed the California Bar Exam! I’m…
Today I am continuing Honor’s story by sharing her baby shower. When we threw our own baby shower back in February, I wanted to use our shower to not only celebrate me as a mother of (now) two but a way to celebrate and bless mothers everywhere. I know so many expecting mamas have had…
She’s 16 weeks old. She’s learned to wave, cries “mamamama,” and is getting up on all fours like she wants to crawl. I delight in my children. Honor Grace, what a precious gift!
I truly believe God is using this season to shake us out of a slumber. To give us the clearer 20/20 vision we all cried out for at the beginning of this year. We can no longer do business as usual concerning our neighbors, or ourselves.
As believers, we are called to love our neighbors as ourselves. This season, many people are learning that they have not loved their Black neighbors well, or even at all. We are even being challenged to love each other well in practicing social distancing and wearing masks, to make decisions for the better good and health of our neighbor.
But I hope this season is showing us the truth about our own selves. Many of us are indeed treating others as themselves — they can’t love their neighbors well because they don’t love themselves well.
You may notice that I don’t post as much. That’s because I want to focus on loving myself well. For me, this looks like giving myself space to breathe and heal in my postpartum season. To place boundaries on social media for a little while. To enjoy and serve my husband and family and friends and church. Having hard conversations and laughing deep belly laughs and harmonizing with my siblings and making stir fry for my mom and dad. To make my husband chuckle and delight in our beautiful children.
I am taking this season to learn and to un/re-learn some things. To make space in my heart for what God is doing. I pray all of our vision is clearer, less clouded and more focused on God and loving well.
❤️ Mambo sauce ❤️ #Home #DMV
🌷 Honor turned 3 months old this week! 🌷
Our giggly, laidback, on-the-move warrior baby. Honor, you’re everything.
Amen.
Honor G. ❤️ You bring our family so much joy.
Happy Father’s Day to my Beloved. He carries fatherhood so well. Someone once told me that our first thoughts of God are shaped by our relationship with our earthly fathers. My girls’ views towards Jesus is hopefully shaped by this:
For Raegan, I believe she will know and carry sonship (daughtership) and redemption well. Joshua adopted Raegan during our first year of marriage. With adoption, she carries a new bloodline, grafted into our family. He loved her so much that he set out to make her his own. He gave her everything he has. Not only that, but Joshua stepped in and “redeemed” her. Joshua taught and showed her these qualities of the Father.
For Honor, I believe she will carry the principle of honor all her life. Joshua demonstrates honor in all he does towards everyone, just as Jesus did.
The father of my children. The man of my prayers. We honor you.
Took these beauties to the ocean a little while ago. It was Honor’s first time seeing the ocean, and our first time enjoying it with her. I love this age — everything is a new experience. It’s all a wonder to her .
It’s crazy how everything loses its wonder as we get older. Not much sparks awe, unfortunately. I want to be like my children — never losing our wonder in even the smallest details and beholding the beauty in the ordinary. God did a perfect job at creating it all, and I don’t want to take that for granted.
Flashback to our first engagement party 3 years ago. 26 and 30 years old. Now we’re married, we got two kids, and I’ll be joining Joshua in the 30 year old club in a few months!
Life came at us fast, but I love us. I am grateful for the journey that brought us to today. More in love. More at peace. More fired up in the things of God. More assured of my anointing as his wife and mother to our Grace girls.
This man is fine as all get out. He’s amazing in every way, and he is my best yes.
#ILoveUs
Sister bear and me. ❤️ She wears big sister so well. I adore her ❤️
🌷Honor Grace🌷 11 weeks and striking poses
❤️ Someone to make you smile ❤️
10 weeks old and rolled over from tummy to back,
“talks” to mommy, daddy, and sister bear when we imitate her coos and squeals,
scoots and pulls herself all over tummy time mat,
and even though she’s lifted her head up since she came out of the womb, she now lifts her head and turns all around to get a good look at whatever you’re doing.
Honor aka Honor-roo aka Baby Bear aka Warrior aka Norie, we love you.
To be clear.
“But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!” Amos 5:24 #blackouttuesday #BeenAboutThatLife
When you think of the beauty of Black praise. Gospel night with my girls.
🎶 How EX-👏🏾UH-👏🏾LENT 🎶
🌷 Honor Grace 🌷
Shared this is in my stories! Raegan on the left. Honor on the right. The majority of my friends and family say they are twins, and I see it here!
#MommysGenes
Honor turned 2 months old last week!
All you have to do is look her way and she’s all smiles and coos. She’s as strong as she is easy-going (as much as an infant can be!). We love our little Cali baby.
Beautiful black man.
I’ve been weary. Witnessing the deaths of black men, like my black man, over and over again in the short time I’ve been on this earth has wearied my heart.
I have cried. I have marched. I have protested. I have voted. I have obtained the law degree. And the work sometimes feels like it falls on hardened, unyielding, willfully sinful ground.
Yes, sinful. To hate others is to sin.
And it scares me, to be honest. In the countless black faces of the men inhumanely and unjustly slain, I see my own beautiful black man. My gentle, peaceful, strong one. My lover. My best friend. My bright light. I see those bright lights in those black men violently snuffed out, having lost their breath...and I lose my breath.
It is a reality to know that there are those who would take away the breath of the man who takes my breath away, my beloved.
The brokenness of this world makes my heart yearn for the Kingdom that is to come. And looking ahead to that day, I can wipe my tears away and get back to work, snatching those from the fire who will listen to and BELIEVE this cry, “The beautiful black man’s life matters.“
#BlackLivesMatter
Today I’m sharing Honor’s birth story over on the blog! I shared how God worked for my good, as Honor’s birth came right at the beginning of this pandemic.
For pregnant mamas, I also included a downloadable link to my birth Scripture cards and a link to Spotify for my birth playlist!
Link in bio!
She’s 16 weeks old. She’s learned to wave, cries “mamamama,” and is getting up on all fours like she wants to crawl. I delight in my children. Honor Grace, what a precious gift!
I truly believe God is using this season to shake us out of a slumber. To give us the clearer 20/20 vision we all cried out for at the beginning of this year. We can no longer do business as usual concerning our neighbors, or ourselves.
As believers, we are called to love our neighbors as ourselves. This season, many people are learning that they have not loved their Black neighbors well, or even at all. We are even being challenged to love each other well in practicing social distancing and wearing masks, to make decisions for the better good and health of our neighbor.
But I hope this season is showing us the truth about our own selves. Many of us are indeed treating others as themselves — they can’t love their neighbors well because they don’t love themselves well.
You may notice that I don’t post as much. That’s because I want to focus on loving myself well. For me, this looks like giving myself space to breathe and heal in my postpartum season. To place boundaries on social media for a little while. To enjoy and serve my husband and family and friends and church. Having hard conversations and laughing deep belly laughs and harmonizing with my siblings and making stir fry for my mom and dad. To make my husband chuckle and delight in our beautiful children.
I am taking this season to learn and to un/re-learn some things. To make space in my heart for what God is doing. I pray all of our vision is clearer, less clouded and more focused on God and loving well.
❤️ Mambo sauce ❤️ #Home #DMV
🌷 Honor turned 3 months old this week! 🌷
Our giggly, laidback, on-the-move warrior baby. Honor, you’re everything.
