The beautiful calligraphy on these mugs were hand-painted by supermom,
calligraphy artist, & incredible-in-general, Jade Tabor!
The typical wake-up time around here (for the girls & I at least), is around 6am. We’ve been incredibly sick as can be for the past 2 weeks, and thankfully, sleeping in more.
And thankfully again, we’re almost out of the woods. (Seriously–we’re “that family” that never gets sick–needlesstosay we’ve all been pretty bummed about our health record being reset).
It was going on 8 am, and at some point during the night, both Esme & Isla had managed to sneak themselves into our bed.
My head pounded when my eyes opened in the morning light. I looked over to the girls, to find them snuggled together in the center of the bed, Isla’s arm draped around Esme. I was completely stolen by the flood of love that swept me up. God is so, so good…there’s nothing I could’ve possibly done to not only deserve my husband, but these sweet, long-lashed & wispy-haired angel babies, too. God is just so incredibly good, I’ll just have to leave it at that! <3
I quickly snapped a picture with my cell phone, because it’s moments like these that I cling to as they’re both having a very not-cute public tantrum. (And moreso, I don’t want to forget this precious moment.)
(Yeah, it’s not the Sigma 85 1.4 Art, but my trusty little (big?)
iPhone 6S+ did the job, because not 2 seconds later, Isla flipped over.)
So, have you ever heard, or seen the term “Yeva” on my blog or socials? It gets mentioned here & there–I tend to use it with abandon, because it’s such a normal thing in my life.
The story goes, when Nick & I had barely began dating, we knew that we’d be together forever. We were completely enraptured with one another, in every sense. I could do anything, be anything, because he was mine, and he felt exactly the same.
One chilly night, he had sloppily written “Nick + Maddie 4 eva” on a foggy window.
I looked at it sideways and read, “Yeva?” We laughed, and the word ‘forever’ was forever replaced with ‘yeva’. i.e. “I love you Yeva”, which eventually evolved into “Yeva Mine”.
I’ve actually considered getting this tattooed, but I’m sliiiiightly chicken about that whole idea. I’d have to be way more ‘sure’ about the whole thing.
Anyways, ‘Yeva Mine’ was just our way of saying ‘I love you forever’ to each other in a world where saying “I love you” felt criminally overused. We later learned that “Yeva” is a name/word that in Russian/Ukrainian/Hebrew, traces back to “Eve”, which derives from “Life”.
So for us, “Yeva” strengthened a little more!
About 2 years later, our first baby, Isla Katherine was born. Esme Juliette arrived 18 months later. Unique, well-thought-out names. Names that we loved. Names that somehow fit them perfectly, before they were born.
Some time after basking in the glowy love of our family of four, I realized that Yeva Mine expanded again. Yeva M.I.N.E.
Isla & Esme completed it. They’re the vowels in Mine. And my heart just about gave in.
Now, when we say “Yeva Mine”, our beautiful little petunias are included by default. I can’t deal with this. I can’t deal with how God is writing our story for us. I literally can’t.
I’m not sure if we’re done having kids–my heart wants a boy. I’m not sure what God has in store for us–but I trust him completely. I’m so excited to see how He’ll continue His work in this tapestry of our life.
In all my futility, in all my short-comings, failures, bad days, and etc., I know that God has secured me in His Grace, and His plan for my life. I can look back and see all the desert that He’s brought me through, and be completely encouraged that He’s not going to abandon me, or lead me into darkness. I serve an amazing, good God, that loves and cares so much for me and my family. I’m so thankful for this–for everything.