Day 3,347

The Rain That Uprooted My Baby Tree 

It all started with the rain. 

The rain kept us inside, so they thought of an art project.

The art project? Sailboats to race in the pool in the rain. And so, they spent a bunch of time gathering supplies and preparing their boats. Bearett was the winner, as he’s learned in science this year that plastic is a better boat than cardboard. Sorry Amelia, but you lose. Looks like that science class will come in handy next year after all ;) A valiant effort on both ends nonetheless. 

And that same rain that kept us inside is also the culprit of excessively drenched yards, to the point that MY TREE’s root system proved not to be strong enough to endure the sogginess of the ground and the velocity of the wind. And so, the tree we planted four years ago in memory of our second baby whom we lost to an ectopic pregnancy between Amelia and Ella Mae had to be cut down. This mama was bummed. 

 Bitsy found some comfort in those leaves too. Such a sweet tree and a daily reminder of the life that was in my belly all those years ago. The Lord is kind. But I definitely will miss my pretty yellow tree that blooms twice a year. 

I still have the wood—trying to figure out if I can make it into something before we take it to the dump this week. Any ideas??

After an entire day inside, we’d about had enough of the rain. Especially after the tree went down. 

And so, we decided that if we couldn’t fight it, we might as well join it. 



Life is still good, even when it pours.