Saturday, April 1, 2017

Skincare. Who Me? Yes Me!

Hi there!

Thank you so much for stopping in! It has been a long time since I have posted on this site. That's okay though! It means that life has been full and blessed! So much has changed since my last post, but I am going to save that for another day. I wanted to write about my newest adventure. Some of you have been seeing on social media, recently, that I have joined up with a skincare company. Rodan & Fields. (Keep reading! It's not a sales pitch. It's my WHY, for now) I am a stay at home mom. However included in that 24/7 job, I am also a triple business owner. Most importantly is my husbands trucking business. He is the bread winner in our home and he works so hard so that I can stay and work from home with the kids. I do all of the bookkeeping for him along with errand running for the business. Second most important is my Vintage Event Rental business I co-own with my longest and best friend. We have owned this business for 4 years now. And while we love it, we have recently decided it was time to move on. You can read about the sale here. I am the physical workhorse in the company, while my co-owner is the technical workhorse. It has been a great balance for us, however I am ready to have my weekends back with my kiddos along with not having them in the car on deliveries with me 2 times a week. And lastly is my photography business. I have let this take a back seat for me, however it does still take time to try and stay in the loop. So add all these up. I'm a bit busy.

Let's rewind from today's date, back a couple months ago. Age. it has somewhat b*tched slapped me in the face. I haven't ever been one to complain or fear aging. BUT 30-34 has really kicked me in the booty and as much as I try to be verbally strong, so my daughter has a strong roll model, my skin was making it very difficult. I have noticed more lines, creases, wrinkles, dullness, dryness, patchiness, and overall ick these past 4 years and I wanted something to change. I have NEVER been one to take care of my skin well. I would grab a wash cloth and use whatever soap was in the soap pump. I would scrub with the cloth until it came off. Every now and then I would grab Oil of Olay at Walmart and use that until my face was so greasy I had to stop, and then I would find whatever I had laying around the house. In my teens, I remember purchasing a Clinique skincare set and I felt cool because I had actually spent money on something designed for skincare. I only used it that one time. SO, while I was observing my skin a few months ago, I decided I needed skincare. I drove myself down to Macy's. I waited to ask the lady (a Clinique consultant) about what I should get for my face. She was helping another client... and it was taking forever. (I waited almost 25 minutes. She never once acknowledged me either) I read the signs, and grabbed what I thought I needed. Bam! Take my money. I used the product for almost 2 months and my skin was left with breakouts on my chin and severely dry and chapped skin on my cheeks. I wasn't loving it. So now, fast forward to a month or so ago. I was sitting in my kids gymnastics class talk to my friend Michelle. Her skin looked amazing. I see Michelle often and we talk face to face often, but that day, her face stood out to me. It looked healthy, clear, and radiant. I literally asked her what she used on her face. She smiled and said, Funny you should ask. I have been using Rodan & Fields for the past couple months and it has changed my skin! I want you to try it."

Let's pause for a second.
1) I had only recently heard about Rodan & Fields.
2) I was looking for new skincare.
3) Whether Michelle was being a "salesperson" or a "friend" I don't care. I was looking for new skincare.
4) Yes, It is a multi-level marketing business.

Let's continue.
Michelle had also decided after using the products for a few months, to join the Rodan & Fields business team! She was a consultant. Later she invited me to her launch event. There I was able to hear more about the product, the doctors that developed this line, and also do a facial using the Microdermabrasion Paste, The Lip Renewing Serum and the Night Renewing Serum. I was in love! I wanted more. I wanted to try a whole Regimen. I took the solutions tool kit to see what I would need. And then I just let it all sit in my head for a few days. I started looking into the savings if I joined as a consultant. Here is my thought process on the whole thing.



1) Yep, Multi-level marketing is craycray
2) Yep, Facebook is saturated with women selling the latest and greatest.
3) Yep, I will get eye-rolls from behind computers.
4) Yep, I will get laughed at.
5) I don't know much about skincare.
6) I can learn.
7) It would be cool if I could make some money with this, even if it's to pay for my product.
8) It's not cheap.
9) But what if...
10) Forget the haters and the no'ers. It's worth a shot. There is a 60 Day Money Back Guarantee! ha!

So, I took the plunge. I purchased my regimen along with my business kit. And I am excited. Even if it doesn't workout I am excited. Even if I get 100 No's I am excited. Even if I have to travel to Australia to get people to say Yes I am excited.

Who reading this has ever walked into Macy's. Chatted with the girl behind the counter, listened to her ooh and ahh over your skin, and hand you products to make it better. Do you know... that she was just a girl looking for a job. With no experience. Many men and women are hired and pushed to get the sales and the training comes later. No, not every person who joins a cosmetic counter is inexperienced. Just like not every person who joins R&A is inexperienced. We have lawyers, doctors, salon owners, and other professional and well educated men and women who believe in this product. So when you look at me, joining Rodan & Fields, think about your next trip to the Cosmetic counter. There is hope for me. ;)

Have you ever walked into Target, in your active wear, while waiting for your kids to get out of school. "Oh I'm just going to go kill time at Target LOOKING around." you tell your girlfriend on the phone while parking. Only to call her 2 hours later.. "OH MY GOSH, I just spent $274 dollars! I didn't need all this crap but UH! Target!" And don't forget to grab your $4 coffee out of the shopping cart. Because Target knows MARKETING. If you build it they will come. So they built a Starbucks right into their store. (If I put a Starbucks in my living room will you all come spend $274 with me?) Anyways, If you can spend $274 at Target on stuff you don't need. You can purchase a Regimen,  and give it a try. If you don't like it you can return it. (Just like at Target)

Also, we can't prevent aging. I understand that. It's natural, It's part of life. We will get wrinkles, our skin will sag, our ears get longer our noses droopier. I get it. BUT, if there is something that will slow this process down and help diminish fine lines. A product that will help with adult acne and dark spots. Then, isn't it worth talking about?

So all this to say. You can roll your eyes at yet another mama trying a new adventure. A mama who loves being home with her kiddos, but also enjoys business and working. A mama, who is trying to embrace aging.


If you want to be entered in a drawing for a free eye cream and you want to show your support and ♥ for me. CLICK HERE and take the R&A Solutions Tool, make sure you use my name (Lacie Lacy)


Thursday, June 25, 2015

10 Years. What? 10 YEARS!

Oh my wow. 10 Years. We made it to 10 years. It's funny. I've been contemplating lately what I was going to write on my social media sites to announce/brag/commemorate our 10 year wedding anniversary. (you know... because DUH, you have to post about this kind of stuff!)  I read others  lovey dovey relationship posts... I find them cute.... I find them endearing.... I find myself wondering. Do they argue? Do they fight? Do they really never go to bed mad at each other. I find myself thinking. Comparing. Envious. Happy. Depressed. Thankful. Blessed. (You get it, right?) I LOVE social media. I love it because you can share your life with family near and far, the life of your friends and reconnect with old friends and meet new friends. However, with social media, comes many posts throughout the day about peoples lives. Not too many people like to post the bad. I get it. I applaud it. I respect it. HOWEVER. The problem with "reality" now days is.... it's not really reality. It's inevitable that if you are on social media sites, you will compare yourself or your relationships to others in your newsfeed. (Some more than others). I would be lying if I said I didn't get discouraged about my marriage by comparing mine with someones FANTASTIC marriage by their "daily" relationship post. (you following?) This.... is about to get real. But sometimes, and especially in a world where marriage is so easily and casually tossed in the trash, the real needs to be told so that the comparring can turn into the "Yes, I'm not alone"

Ron and I. We couldn't be more opposite. He an introvert. Me loud and crazy. He a neatfreak. Me a walking disaster. He a germaphobe. Me... well.. I'd lick a sidewalk. We met November of 2002. A family dinner arranged by his Aunt and Uncle at my mom and step-dad house. He didn't talk to me and I went home and told my roommate he was a dork. We didn't see each other or speak until the following summer when we were both at (now say this next part with a hillbilly accent) The Jackson County Fair. (Insert a YEE_HAW here). We had both been drinking. (GASP). Funny and (kinda) cool thing is... Ron talks when he has alcohol in his system. He also dances, laughs and relaxes. We made out, went to Sharis had pie and we've been together ever since.  (Not the super awesome romantic Christian way of meeting someone... I know. But its the real part of our "us" and it worked.)

OH, and if you are still reading this. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Just like I love "social" media... I excelled at "social" high school. Not grammar class. :)

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^^^^ Okay, After waking up this morning I decided to delete a lot of the detail and writing out much more. I just want to say this. Marriage is hard. It actually downright sucks sometimes. Maybe for some people it comes easy. Falling in love with each other every day, never arguing, always sweet.... easy peasy. It's not the case for everyone. Ron and I are that "everyone". I sometimes question why God gave me Ron. He is a fantastic guy. But we have complete differen't Love Languages and more often than not it feels like a struggle. I love him so much and I know he loves me. But we have days where we just don't click. Do I throw in the towel... run down to the courthouse and file papers and start dividing assets. NO. Does he? NO. We both made a commitment on this day 10 years ago, to each other, to our family, and to God. We live in a day where divorce is so easily done, so socially accepted, where people don't call you out on your selfish behavior and tell you to buck up and figure out how to fix your relationship. I am amazed at how often I hear friends bashing on husbands, telling the woman she could do better. Instead of saying "Look, maybe your approaching it the wrong way, have you tried to talk to him this way, or have you tried this, or that. Have you looked at your own heart lately.... what's bugging you?" (is this making sense?) As immature as I can be in my marriage at times... I do know that I am mature enough to realize when I am the one being immature about an issue, or how to solve a problem.When I am letting my comparing on Facebook get in the way of building up my marriage. When my business is taking more time away from my husband and kids and I need to focus on that and step away from the computer for a day or two. Did I realize those things in the first few years of marriage.... no not really. Every person, every relationship will always be a work in progress. I am in no way a person who will sign myself or my marriage up for "role model marriage of the year" class. But I want to shovel out encouragement today, as I reflect on so many struggles and hard days (and don't get me wrong there have been a TON of great days!).

I have a lot of divorce in my family. It's ugly. Whether there are kids involved or not. It's sad and ugly. Nobody marries someone with the thought of divorce. I knew growing up that I didn't want to go thru a divorce and I especially didn't want my kids to go through one. I knew that I wanted to be able to have a 50th wedding anniversary party! I knew that I wanted to be old with my husband and be able to reflect on the life we are living now. That is why I push through the difficult days/ weeks/ months. And I'm not lying... there are months that for what seems like an entire month we just don't mesh well. But we push through and its great. And remember... Forgiveness. It's hard to forgive. from the smallest of the small to the largest of the large. Give forgiveness. I have witnessed a marriage between close friends almost die because of infidelity. But the husband offered forgiveness. And they are together still. Has it been easy for them. Not at all. Has there been healing, comfort, strength, and peace. Yes. They are teaching their children and others how to love and forgive in a very horrible circumstance. And even though biblical y a divorce would be okay. This man loved his wife and his children enough to work through the pain. I admire that. I admire them both.

I have always considered my marriage something of a legacy that I wanted to leave to my family and my children. I want them to see the commitment honored. Making it through the hard times but also creating really great times. Over the past year I would think of how I wanted to celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary. It started out with wanting to renew our vows. Being that it is true that I love him more now than I did on our wedding day. My vows that we have honored for 10 years would be even more powerful now than they were then. Then I wanted to renew our vows on a beach in Hawaii just the two of us and then have my mom fly over with my kids and have a vacation. The reality of that though is we both hate the heat and I strongly dislike swimsuits. ha! Then a few months ago I wanted to kidnap Ron to Nashville. (which someday I will) to currently just being happy being home building a house and celebrating our love and our legacy with (no joke) building a foundation of solid rock this weekend for our new home. :) Kind of ironic and cute all wrapped into one. As much as I love getting flowers or a cute little box with something sparkly.. I don't need it. I have what I need. I have him. We are different but he completes me.

I didn't want to leave a sappy love post. I wanted to leave something real. And leave others encouragement. Push through the hard days, change your heart, forgive, laugh, flirt, create a legacy and honor your commitment. It wasn't easy getting to 10 years. But I am so happy to be here and I am excited for the next 10!

♥♥




But just to tap into the sappy. Things I love (and hate but will someday maybe love) about Ron.
He is smart, handy to have around for fixing things, he has a great smile, I love how he laughs, how he passed out 3 different times from laughing so hard, he loves his family, he has no desire to be away from me or his kids and would be with is 24/7 if he could, he is an incredibly hard working, loves Jesus, loves my family, the way he scratches his head when he is thinking, how he crosses his arms when he stands, how he always puts his feet with mine at bedtime, how he is deathly terrified to try new food unless it is meat or potatoes, how he plays with our kids, how he loves me.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Stuffed Bell Peppers by Lacie Lacy

Several weeks ago I posted that I had made a delicious dinner. That dinner was stuffed bell peppers. Some friends and family had asked for the recipe. So, without further hesitation. Here it is. Keep in mind that stuffed bell peppers are easy, and so good! You can stuff them with so many things and it seems like it will always taste great! For this recipe I used what I had available in my fridge. While at the grocery store, I knew that I wanted to use up some items at home and so while cruising the produce isle I saw bell peppers and knew instantly what my plan was.

I hope you enjoy!


Thursday, August 15, 2013

Crazy Beautiful Life



Sometimes I think, why. Why did God give me life? Why did I get married? Why did I choose to have kids? Why do I have friends? Why.... don't I just disappear? I'm not a good person. I'm cranky, I'm mean, I'm selfish, I'm disrespectful, I'm sloppy, I'm depressed, I'm.... just... horrible. I don't deserve this life.  And if I'm being honest here... I have begged begged begged for God to take me.


I have a very powerful mind. A very creative one at that. My mind NEVER shuts off. Never.  It's great at times and a curse at other times. When Satan wants to attack me, he does so by getting in my head. He knows my vulnerability lies in there. I could go into depth about my life, about times this has horribly affected me but I want to talk and write about this week because tonight.... something awesome happened.

This week I came home from a fun and relaxing filled weekend. I came home to my husband, my son and my daughter. There were hugs and kisses and I love you's said... and then.... real life took front stage again. My son, whom I love dearly. My son who is 4 1/2 going on 14. He is my oldest. I am the oldest in my family. Oldest for me meant= strong willed, confident, defiant, stubborn, moody. Oldest for my son = all of that too. So naturally because we are so much alike we butt heads. This week I could honestly say that almost every ounce of my body wanted to drop my son off with grammy and run away, throw myself into a bowl of spaghetti (who doesn't love to emotionally eat a bowl of spahgetti) and cry all of my mama's-at-the-end-of-her-rope tears away. (This is sugar coating my feelings) The truth is, satan saw what was happening. He saw me frustrated, he saw me angry, he saw me hurting and he got in my head. Do you know that Satan is a liar. His ultimate goal is to ruin and destroy anything good.

Side Note: I go to a bible study on Thursday mornings. We are currently reading The Power of a Praying Wife. Confession: I just bought the book today finally. I kept saying I would buy it off Amazon for cheap, and never did. So today I made myself get lost in Barnes and Noble (Holla if you love bookstores!) and I bought it. (Along with Have a New Kid by Friday, by Kevin Leman, woot-woot!) Side Note Over.

I started reading the book The Power of a Praying Wife tonight and on page 18 it says this... (this is directed towards marriage and husband and wife becoming one, but I feel it also applied to my life lately in many relationships) This oneness gives us a power that the enemy doesn't like. That's why he devises ways to weaken it. He gives us whatever we will fall for, whether it be low self-esteem, pride, the need to be right, miscommunication, or the bowing to our own selfish desires. He will tell you lies like, "Nothing will ever change." "Your failures are irreparable." "There is no hope for reconciliation." "You'd be happier with someone else." He'll tell you whatever you will believe, because he knows if he can get you to believe it, there is no future for your marriage. If you believe enough lies, your heart will eventually be hardened against God's truth.

WOW.

This week. These are the lies I heard in my head. "You are a horrible mother." "How are you a person with a family, you don't deserve this." "Your kids would be better with someone else" "You are a mean and selfish person" "You don't deserve to be alive" They may seem miniscule here in this blog, but the shook me to my core this week.

This week Dillon has tested EVERY SINGLE OUNCE of me. And Satan has tested EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF ME. And they were both winning.  This week, I screamed, I cried, I acted like a child too. This week, I believed all the lies that were in my head. I beat myself up mentally. 

This afternoon it all changed. I had some time alone this evening. It was only about 10 minutes. But it was 10 minutes alone, to soak in God's beautiful creation and re-center. Fast forward to about 10PM. Super late for bedtime I know... ;) Ron went to bed and I was left on the couch with Miss Elly and Mr. Dillon. Dillon was in a great mood as was Elly. I had bought D two new books at Barnes & Noble today. One was a workbook on how to write and the other was a short story book from the new movie Planes. We did a page in his workbook, and then read his story book. I still did not feel like I wanted to put him to bed. I decided to put Elly to bed so that Dillon and I could have some alone time and re-center our mommy-son relationship. This week had taken a toll and it needed to be healed. Who is the ultimate Healer? God. I had gone into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I saw this sheet I had printed out MONTHS ago. I decided it was the perfect thing to sit and do with my son. Pray. Why hadn't I thought of this earlier? Oh! That's right. I was acting like a bratty little child this week too. I grabbed the sheet, he grabbed our favorite big green fuzzy warm blanket. We began to go through each topic to pray about. (The sheet in case you haven't clicked on link yet looks like this...


Each topic opened up conversations. Amazing and profound conversations. Some we have had before, and some that we had not. Love, friends, wisdom, choices, character, God, Jesus, Thankfulness, purity.... I was blown away and the things Dillon was asking, stumped on some, and blessed by others. The presence of God was there ever so strongly, I could feel my mind get stronger and healthier from the abuse it took the last few days. I was brought to tears a couple times in our conversation because of the relief I felt and also the guilt I felt for acting so horrible this week. We talked about our attitudes. I confessed to my son that I did wrong this week. Yelling, and saying snotty things. We talked about his attitude and words as well. Then together we prayed and asked for forgiveness and for a stronger relationship.

God is good. I am NOT a perfect Christian, I am NOT a perfect mother I am NOT a perfect friend.. BUT....I am not a horrible person. I am a normal and good mother that has lots of improving to do. I do deserve this life. God has given it to me because He thinks so too! I am tired, I am busy, but I AM BLESSED. .And tonight I was blessed even more. Thank you Lord, for loving me, for loving my family and putting people, books, words, creation in front of me to help me realize your love for me and my family.

♥L




Monday, November 5, 2012

Knocked Up- 36 weeks Prego this week!

My last post was a bit of downer... Today started off good and then went cruddy. So I have decided instead of sulking I will veg out for a minute and do a fun little pregnancy questionnaire.

When are you due: December 5, 2012

How many weeks: 36!!

Was this planned or unplanned: planned

How much weight gained: 16lbs

Is this your first pregnancy?: Nope, 5th. 2nd to make it full term! :)

Latest food craving: Orange Juice, smoothies, cheese and crackers, food.

Your top two name choices or baby's name: not saying still

Worst Thing about being pregnant: squished bladder, not being able to get comfortable at bedtime, P-Spikes. (don't ask unless you really want to know) and right now being sick for 3 weeks while in the last stretch of pregnancy.

Best Thing about being pregnant: feeling life inside me, knowing that I will be holding a precious little baby in about 4-5 weeks.

The first person you told was: my friend Maria as we were out to dinner and where we were sitting she thought we had to order a beverage with alcohol in it.

Are you more scared or excited: excited and anxious.

Happy or mostly moody: moody lately

Last time you cried over something ridiculous was: Tonight

You pee an estimated __ times a day?: 35 times, SO over that!

Weirdest dream you've had since pregnant?: That I worked in the circus and wore this beautiful blue sequined gown and I taught little Jack Russel pups to jump and do tricks and drink root beer out of paper cups. I also (same dream) was the horse trainer and I danced with the horses. I would wrap my arms around the horses neck and the horse would rear up and spin me in a circle. :) Another wierd dream is I wanted to have my pictures done by Amanda K (an amazing local photographer here in southern oregon) Her and her team, along with me, broke into my old high school gymnasium that looked more like a gross car shop. We heard people and started hiding on shelves so as not to be found. It was weird.

Will you breast feed: for sure! Hopefully for the first year!

List 5 qualities you hope your baby will possess:#1.  Happiness  #2.  A good cuddler  #3.  Curious  #4.  Patient  #5.  A gooood sleeper!

What's your ideal labor experience? Having the will and energy to move around as much as possible and utilizing all the natural pain-management techniques offered by the birth center with my husband right by my side.  To have a room full of love and laughter, good energy. To be surrounded by a group of special women. And of course as fast as Dillons birth or faster! :)

Have you been talking to your baby? Playing music?: I don't talk to baby  TOO often because honestly, I feel crazy when I do that. Sometimes Dillon and I will say hello and some other little things. When I found out that baby was breech I started taping a headphone on the lower abdomen and putting on Pandora. Mostly piano music as I find it relaxing and so I listen to it as well at the end of the day. No words to the music. I can just re-center myself and focus on relaxing my body so that baby is in a relaxed environment too. The past few weeks have been stressful so I've been trying to listen to music every night. This baby LOVES music. From the worship in church to the radio on or a TV commercial. he/she will start to wiggle. I love it.

Words of wisdom : Remember to breathe and don't feel guilty to pretend you have to go pee again, just so you have a few minutes to yourself.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Where's the chocolate!!!

I'm sorry but I'm depressed and I need to vent. Read at your own risk. I'm just burnt out.

When I was pregnant with Dillon I loved being pregnant. I loved everything about it and I don't remember getting tired and ready for it to be over.

Well... I am done being pregnant with baby #2. The past month has been very stressful for me. Especially these past two weeks. I have been sick with a major chest cold, flu like symptoms and a major sinus infection. Dillon has also been sick off an on the last 2 weeks. I have had zero energy, my stomach muscles and ligaments are sore from coughing so much as is my head, my face hurts from sinus pressure, my body aches from being pregnant and sick. I'm stressed thinking that my sickness has given this baby a more stressful environment the past two weeks than what I wanted. I wanted to be on "maternity leave" as of November 1st. My plan for November was to enjoy my last month with my son, get the house in order a bit and just relax and soak in the last month of my pregnancy. This is not the case and I am heartbroken. Because of me being sick I am weeks behind on client orders, I had to reschedule a small handful of sessions for the second weekend in November which means I'll be editing for the week or two after, Ron leaves to go out of town for a week and a half this Wednesday which means I will be back to single mama status. I have absolutely nothing in my house that pertains to a newborn baby. Everything is still in the attic. I have my best friends baby shower tomorrow and I so wish I felt 100% for it. My projects for the shower I didn't start on until today because of being so sick and they turned out like crap. So I've been crying for the last 1/2 hour. (Mostly from the stress of the last couple weeks). I just want to shut my cell phone off. Put a gate at the end of my driveway lock the doors and go into a complete hibernation for the next 4 weeks. I am wiped out. Maxed out. Stressed out. :(

Sorry for being a nag. But I needed to vent a bit. Prayers would be appreciated.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Mama to 3 Angels

Today, October 15th 2012
is
National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

For some this may seem like another cheesy day that was created to remember people's
"embryos", "fetus" that they never saw, etc etc.

But for those that have suffered the loss of a pregnancy or an infant..
this is our day to talk about those babies.
To remember them verbally.
We remember them every day.
But we may stop talking about them because we don't want to drag others down, 
or make others feel uncomfortable.
But today... we talk. Today we openly remember them.

I, am a mama to 3 angels in heaven.
I never saw them.
But I saw their heartbeats.
They were my babies.
And I will always remember them.

Here is some info about this day.

  • Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day is a day of remembrance for pregnancy loss and infant death, which includes but is not limited to miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, or the death of a newborn. It is observed annually in the United States and Canada and, in recent years, in the United Kingdom and in the Australian State of New South Wales,[1] on October 15.
  • The day is observed with remembrance ceremonies and candle-lighting vigils, concluding with the International Wave of Light, a worldwide lighting of candles at 7:00 p.m.

History

  • The Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Movement began in the United States on October 25, 1988 when then-American President Ronald Reagan designated the month of October 1988 as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month.[2]
  • The October 15th Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day (PAILRD) Campaign began in 2002 as an American movement started by Robyn Bear, Lisa Brown, and Tammy Novak. Together, they petitioned the federal government, as well as the governors of each of the 50 states, and by October 15, 2002 (the first observance of PAILRD) 20 states had signed proclamations recognizing the date as such.
Read more here.

God gave me the journey for a reason.
It has helped me help others in the same situations.
But there are still days I wonder why.
You can read about my journey HERE if you want. 

We didn't name our angels.
But today (and everyday) I remember
Baby #1 Due July 2008, miscarriage at 8 weeks
Baby #2 Due July 2010, ectopic pregnancy
Baby #3 Due December 2010, miscarriage at 7 weeks


I also want to remember my friend Krystle's baby
Due July 2010, miscarriage at 10 weeks.

To Jamie and her baby girl Ava and little boy Noah

Lindsay M and her angel, miscarriage in 2011

I know there are many more friends that have angel babies
and to all of you and the families who have little ones waiting for us in Heaven.
Thoughts are going out to you today. 
And a huge virtual hug.

Baby #3 Due December 2010

Yes, I really took that many tests and more! :) Baby #3 Due December 2010, M/C 7 weeks later