Clary Love

Okay, he is two and he talks constantly. He talks to toys, himself, phones, the kindle, his brother, the trucks that pass and I have even caught him telling Jesus things (sweet moments). Today was different for some reason. Today he had the look that he was really seeing someone as he was talking. He was eating breakfast at the table/bar that is positioned between the kitchen and back living area of Granny's house. We have lived here 6 months and he sits there every morning while I get my food and Elijah fed for the morning. Today he kept repeating, "I not scared, I not scared." I decided to observed closer and he would shake his head and say "no I not." I decided to dig further into this and ask who he was talking to. For the first time he did something strangly new. He pointed to the back room. No one is in the back room. I said is there someone in there, he said , "there!" excitedly showing me with his tiny finger pointed out. I got creatively thi...

It doesn't seem like a lot in numbers to me. Same length I was in high school and  college and both flew by in a flash. I remember thinking at the end of those, it went too fast. I need more time. But there was no more time, it was the moment to go, to do more, to grow. This is different. Somehow it feels like four years doesn't show how much I feel, how much we have gone through, how much we have done. Four seems degrading to how I feel. Four seems too little. I am not sure there is a number to stand for, "I can't remember life without you," "time is devided by before Bobby and after marriage," nothing explains how we were bonded after simply saying I Do, by the moments after the accident, by two babies in 22 months. I guess that is marriage though. Days do not define it, years only hold scope to it but don't declare how meaningful it is. Marriage is something unique to marriage. No past relationship, boyfriends, girlfriends or slumber paries can ...

On the eve of my thirty-third year I feel the need to reflect a bit. Jesus did such amazing things in his 33rd year, although I am sure he did amazing things each year of his life. I can not compare to Jesus but I can give him all the glory for the life I have had and have.  Born Laura Denae Cook on December 19th, at 11:55pm I disrupted my father's Christmas work party hours earlier as my mother started to get herself dinner. No dinner and no going home to get the bag as I was due to come the 20th and their third child it would not be a lengthy labor. My mother was determined to have me on the 19th, as she feared from a dream if I was born on the 20th I would be her third son and not her anticipate first daughter. With five minutes to spare, here I am a girl! I arrived home Christmas Eve or day, not sure, to two brothers. Not what they were wanting under the tree that year but hey they grew to love me. Raised in a house of love and lots of fun I never knew how blessed I was till ...

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Got a phone call this afternoon that is always hard to hear, someone you love(d) passed away.  Gerald Burk was not just someone I knew or onced loved. He was a angel God sent into my life at a very young age to show me unconditional, Godly love. I called him Grandpa Gerald since I can remember and all through school he loved me as a grandaughter. When I moved back to Inola and worked for the church at age 26 he acted like I never left after high school. Each time I saw him I got a huge hug and eyes that looked into and told you "I care," the same loved I received each Sunday since I was a wee child.   One summer, my first at camp, Gerald was my best friend. I had no friends, no girls wanted to sleep by me, play or go to classes with me. No one wanted to sit by me at chapel but Gerald did. He walked me to breakfast, classes, canteen and during free time sat next to me and encouraged the skill of people watching (or boy watching). He was amazing. Taught me the one key fact th...

Last night was the last night Bobby and I would put just one boy to bed, pray over one boy, read God's word to just one boy and anticipate tears sometime in the night through the monitor from just one boy. This morning would be the last morning I go get just one boy after a tearful awakening, put just one boy next to me in bed, cuddle with just one boy and have a routine for just one boy. Tonight we will drop Blaine off with Bobby's parents. We will return home to make sure my bags are packed, get hospital goodies bag ready, set the alarm for 5am, and probably watch a movie as the almost parents of two boys. Early we will rise Wednesday morning and drive the few miles from our condo to St. Francis Hospital where the staff will begin to prep me for our second sons arrival to the world. Sometime during the day, our parents, family.and friends will be notified Elijah is almost here and they will arrive to meet him and congratulate us as parents of our new baby boy. Yes, the 24...

We named our son. Baby boy #2 is officially Elijah William Clary. I am so excited that I can call him by name and not just Thor. Although I think Thor was a great nickname and may hang around. Bobby thought of the name on Friday night and said it to me. I think Eli is cute too so I started processing the meaning, calling him both Elijah and Eli, the whole name (practicing yelling it out) and we ran it by a few of those we count as dear to us. My sweet niece is not a fan but once she sees him she will love it. On Sunday, Father's Day Bobby announced to his dad and the family the babies full name. I think Bill is honored that the baby is named after him. We respect him so much and I have been a fan of William as a middle name since we found out it was a boy (even with Blaine I mentioned it). During family devotional time tonight everyone was able to feel Eli and daddy mobbed him around some. Bog brother Blaine felt him too bit was a little unsure, although stewards my belly got ...