Skip to main content

A Painting for the Honeycutts


Cody and I decided to get married only because it seemed like the cool thing to do after our friends Heath and Elizabeth tied the knot. OK, that might not be completely true, but they did tie the knot, and so I painted them a picture! Looking back maybe something along the lines of marriage would have been more appropriate but I chose to paint a picture of a girl, hands risen and worshiping God. Why? -because Heath told me once, while snowboarding, that the moment he knew he would marry Elizabeth (aka Bug) was when he went to visit and found her in her car, hands risen and singing out praises to God. I don't want to give Heath too much credit, but he made a good choice with picking Bug. 


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Genesis: Chapter 5

The genealogy from Adam to Noah.
Post a Comment
Read more

Throw back to Pregnancy #1

We have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of our first son, Easton, for the past seven months. This adventure has been wonderful and exciting from the get-go! Here is a little synapses of our journey!
Post a Comment
Read more

An Updated Update

Excitement and terror. Those two feelings were playing a heated game of Tug o’ war on my uncertain state of mind. Then, they met up with thankfulness and guilt, for a round of doubles. We were leaving the NICU. Why the battle of emotions? Here is the current update on Annette, Charlotte, and the rest of us Prescotts.  No more goodbyes and counting the days until we will see the boys next; this week we got to go home! It happened so fast. During the weekend we trained how to insert and maintain Charlotte's NG tube on our own, and then, badda-bing, badda-boom, we were discharged! We gathered our belongings and walked straight out the door with baby girls in tow, just as I had imagined it from inside alcove #3553, for 47 days. It would have been all sunshine and roses too, if not for the previous day. The baby didn't make it. I didn’t need to see the blotchy cheeks and tear-stained faces of family members to put it together; in the NICU you just listen to the beeps. Dings a...
Post a Comment
Read more