Great Joy Takes Great Courage


Yes, its been 6 months since I last wrote on here. So much has gone on, I really don’t know where to begin…

  1. We sold our townhouse
  2. Bought a new house…a fixer upper…
  3. Moved to a rented two bedroom condo
  4. Mason switched companies and now works at Wells Fargo
  5. I went on modified bed-rest and worked from home for the remainder of my pregnancy
  6. Grew a baby to full-term – which consisted of three visits to labor & deliver for false pre-term labor
  7. Had said baby on March 1st
  8. Moved from the condo to my in-laws (where we are currently)
  9. We’re finally looking to move to our new house the first weekend in May…

You should all be caught-up now! With all that said…meet the newest John boy…

Augustus Tyde John

We call him August. Born March 1, 2017 at 7lbs 1oz and 21 inches long. He was born via scheduled c-section at 36 weeks 6 days. He ended up spending 36 hours in the NICU for low blood sugar (of course he did!) He needed a little help regulating that via IV. But the silver lining was I got some sleep! He is now 7 weeks old! He is such a good baby. How did I get blessed with two sweet and calm babies?!


He’s here!


Big brother meeting little brother


Hoping for blue eyes!

This season has been…incredible…incredibly challenging, humbling, stressful, overwhelming, and joyful.

The day August was born, my father-in-law brought us a bouquet of flowers and on the card read ‘Great joy takes great courage’. This has stuck with me. As I’ve had time to reflect on this journey, I remember the conversations Mason and I had as we faced the decision to try for another baby. The money spent to travel to Chicago and have major abdominal surgery. To take a leap of faith on another pregnancy…another life. The Lord guided us the entire way…to our “great joy”. Most days I feel like I’m living a dream.

I would also be remiss to say its been challenging emotionally. I look at my two boys and my heart aches for Elodie. My girl. My daughter. There is this hole in our family. I imagine her here toddling around at 15 months old. But then I’m stopped dead in my tracks to also realize August wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all that transpired. Its weighty to think that our plans are not our own…and I thank God for that everyday!